[Cid remains where he is for a moment more, eyes closed as if to give a brief prayer not only for the one before him but for the others whose lives were unfairly taken. The only ones he doesn't care for are the guards, including the one still trapped to the wall, mouth now sealed with the crystal.
When he finally looks up, it's when he hears Benedikta turning, and for a moment his expression hardens and eyes narrow at her. He knows she heard him, heard those words that would undoubtedly resonate through her. Seeing her barely holding it in, whatever his own thoughts and feelings on the matter are stifled as he stands. He winces, feeling that sharp prick against the top of his back and his shoulder, but he steps forward.
Those claws...
How long has she stayed in this psuedo-primed form?
With his long strides the gap between them closes, and he reaches to try and take one of those claws, to try and bring her back.]
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When he finally looks up, it's when he hears Benedikta turning, and for a moment his expression hardens and eyes narrow at her. He knows she heard him, heard those words that would undoubtedly resonate through her. Seeing her barely holding it in, whatever his own thoughts and feelings on the matter are stifled as he stands. He winces, feeling that sharp prick against the top of his back and his shoulder, but he steps forward.
Those claws...
How long has she stayed in this psuedo-primed form?
With his long strides the gap between them closes, and he reaches to try and take one of those claws, to try and bring her back.]