After a few minutes, Cecil returned to his human form. His uniform was pretty much destroyed as he looked at Mizore. He didn't know why, but it felt like he had known her from somewhere. It bugged him slightly but it wasn't a big deal. His hand ran through his mangled hair as he got self-conscious about his appearance.<br/><br/>He hadn't needed to since Mizore wasn't focusing on his body, she was focused on his face. She took a few steps toward him, before launching herselatin his direction to cling to him as she cried. She was hugging him tightly, making his body temperature drop slightly as the cold she radiated soaked into him. Surprised, he hugged her back as his head started hurting. His eyes squeezed shut as he found himself on his butt as she was referring to him as her brother half-laying in his lap.<br/><br/>Tsukune stared at Mizore and Cecil, the latter whom he still didn't know, while they hugged. Something was up but he felt he shouldn't pry into it. It was obvious something had occurred between them. She looked like she was happy to see him again. Just who was he and how does she know him?