As the group arrived and somewhat dispersed with the knowledge that lunch would be served, Cecilia looked to see Mystery, who was still in his fox form, guide Helena and Edmond to the middle cabin where a girl lay asleep; there was little mistaking that she was his sister. Cecilia decided that rushing up to say hello might not be the best thing. If the two newest arrivals wanted to, they could easily introduce themselves on their own terms instead of everyone gathering to them and potentially making them uncomfortable. Cecilia opted to walk by herself to a tree along the tree line several meters from the fire pit. The hike was delightful, but nerve wracking at the same time. 

She believed a moment alone would do her good, so she leaned back against the trunk. She enjoyed company, but also knew the benefits of times like these to help her relax and reflect. Her time at camp would be the longest she'd be away from her father. He seemed fairly vague on what he would be doing while she was away. It was strange given how he's usually so open about everything. Well almost everything.

Cecilia looked down on her hand, wistfully remembering the incident earlier with James. It was definitely an accident. But did that really explain her reaction? She let out a long sigh and looked out throughout the camp. Now was not the time to be lying to herself. But even if she did have these feelings, she was at a loss on how to proceed. It was moments like these, that she most wished for her mother to be there, to tell her what she should do.