[Cecelia follows, but her steps are such that she begins to put a distance between them - an arm's length, at least. she'd tell herself it was just a polite distance, but really? a man who can spontaneously conjure flames is not one a person ought to cling close to outside of, say, blizzard conditions...
she's more vindicated in her wariness when she watches him gravitate toward a wicked-looking sword; she feels a sinking pit in her stomach that's...familiar, but still faraway in its full meaning. her skin prickles at the sight of flame rushing across and ebbing on the steel, prompting her to hug her arms to herself. before she can ask him the meaning of what just happened, he's already on the move with such purpose, yet all she sees is...endless headstones.]
Wait--
[perplexed, she has to hasten a step to catch up to her safe distance.] What was the meaning of that?
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she's more vindicated in her wariness when she watches him gravitate toward a wicked-looking sword; she feels a sinking pit in her stomach that's...familiar, but still faraway in its full meaning. her skin prickles at the sight of flame rushing across and ebbing on the steel, prompting her to hug her arms to herself. before she can ask him the meaning of what just happened, he's already on the move with such purpose, yet all she sees is...endless headstones.]
Wait--
[perplexed, she has to hasten a step to catch up to her safe distance.] What was the meaning of that?