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Cercelee let herself relax as the fight seemed to slowly leek from Firefly’s being. The younger girl lowered herself to the ground in a defeated manner, though defeated more by her own mania than by anything else. Cercelee waited, the gaze of her cousin lost now, which was just as well. Cercelee didn’t think she could stand much more of this face off, and it was proper for lower ranking members to drop their gaze when confronted so, Cercelee didn’t care for the reason, as long as she got a chance to speak her piece. For him. Triangular ears perked forward, the Rosea hadn’t quite expected an honest answer, or an answer at all. "For Haku?" There was no concern or surprise in her voice, the two often smelt of each other, though Cercelee hadn’t thought Firefly to be the type to put her life on the line for a male. Perhaps Cercelee couldn’t sympathize with that, she had never felt so close to a male to throw herself at his cause, unless there was some other reason for her to do so. Shaking her head free of the thought, she looked back at the girl, her voice even and calm. It was time to get back to her task, Haku’s and Firefly’s business was their own, and Cercelee didn’t wish to know anymore than what the girl had told her. "And what about Ember’s arm? I don’t suppose you did that for Haku too?"
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