Cadrick's brief mention about his past doesn't seem to phase the half-elemental at all. At the moment she's much more concerned about his immediate future. She clings tightly to his hand when he takes hers, and only reluctantly lets go when the acolyte moves to leave. Celara stares intently at the chute as he climbs in, never blinking once until he's fully disappeared. Only then does she inhale sharply, not even having realized she'd been holding her breath until then.<br/><br/>Knowing that the only place to wait for him is at the door, Celara immediately proceeds back to the lab entrance at a pace that only just falls short of being a run. Her impatience is palpable as she stares at the lock as though expecting it to click open any second even though Cadrick couldn't even have made it through the chute yet. It isn't until Lang addresses her that she moves again or even says a single word to the others with her. The woman starts pacing as she responds, every so often glancing back to the door to make sure that she doesn't miss anything.<br/><br/>"Oh... I guess he was quite obvious, wasn't he," Celara replies as one hand strays to her belly and gently caresses it. Were she less stressed she might have blushed at the blatant assessment of her state, but at the moment her emotions are too strewn about to leave room for embarrassment. "To be honest... Well, we don't really know. It hasn't been long enough for us to be really sure if I'm... you know, but we've kind of been assuming given the ambient magic that's so prevalent here."