Cyrus dared another look over his shoulder into the tavern as he stepped outside, wondering if Aillon's side trip to speak with the waitress was for business or pleasure.<em>"Leaving without me?"</em>He had been so distracted by his curiosity that the unexpected statement directed at them caused his footing to fail him.  Letting out a startled yelp as he tripped over himself, he reached out for anything to keep him from falling flat on his face.  Before he could recognize the external support nearby, his hands found Rana's figure as they clasped around her hips.  The magus stumbled for a few more steps along with Rana, but her agility proved to be far superior to his clumsiness and the two were able to stabilize themselves without further incident.<br/><br/><em>Atta boy!  Now pull her in for a deep kiss and let's see how things play out!</em><br/><br/>As though his stumble hadn't been embarrassing enough, Lasciel's remark was all that was needed to cause Cyrus' face to blush a deep red.  It was a second later that he realized his hands were still holding upon her physique and he quickly withdrew them.  "Uh, sorry about that..."  He cleared his throat bashfully, not daring to meet the ranger's eyes for fear that was all that was needed for him to die on the spot for pure humiliation.  Cyrus then attempted to redirect the awkward moment to a new topic by means of distraction.  "Of course we weren't going to leave you behind.  Surely a skilled ranger such as yourself would have no trouble finding us no matter where we run off to.  I doubt we could lose you if we wanted to."  By that time, Aillon made his way out of the tavern and provided further conversation to help put his moment of inelegance behind him.<br/><br/><em>“By no means Rena, though it is lucky you returned when you did as your company is always a welcome one.  Pantea believes that her sect may provide us with some information that may give us an edge in the investigations.”<br/><br/>“Are you well?  Cyrus believes that with all the new colour on the streets, things might turn ugly for the unwary, and I tend to agree.”</em><br/><br/>Finally the deep red in his cheeks had resided to a faint pink tint as Cyrus turned to face Pantea with a smile.  "Well, now that we're all here, shall we continue onward?"