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Ciara and her troupe of mannekin stood out like a sore thumb as she too, traveled to the front gate. All she had to her name was a small travel bag with a few spare change of clothes and essentials. The look of relief on her face, seeing Davil awake and alive, was marred with the guilt she felt, glancing over at Michael.

As Alto greeted Compact 3 with his own ring, she siddled in beside the janitor. She was silent for a long moment, unable to meet his eyes.

[b]”...I'm… sorry for dragging you into this. You were the only person I could think of. I… hope you can forgive me.”[/b]

She swallowed painfully, glancing up at him briefly, before distracting her gaze to pass over the group gathered. The mage was a curiosity she would unpack later. Probably just more security, though.

Everyone was here… except for Iraleth and Hildegunde. Iraleth was on her way, she knew. Which meant, if even Davil was being brought in his condition… what the hell did she do to Hildegunde?

She couldn't bare meeting anyone's eyes. Not yet, not now. Perhaps, as they started moving, she would feel better.