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A grumble to Celnes, a snort and spat to her lack-there-of guardian. It was Celnes however who admits her foolishness for wandering off alone, without telling, without a guard. Dumb pups... She mumbles to herself, full on grumpy old lady for which she had become due to all of this mess they were in. Blast, if only she were to ever see one of her lot again... She did not know if any of the three of them had made it alive.