Cecila seemed a bit . . distracted. Stronger maybe, but distracted. She was looking down at the fallen mercenary, and then off in the distance towards the disappearing clouds of dust that the fleeing cavalier had kicked up. She didn't miss what obviously looked like a bag of stolen goods on his mount, and while silverware and money were replaceable, she was afraid that he had stolen more important momentos like the jewelry her father had given her mother.<br/><br/>Still, the sudden landing of the wyvern nearby jerked her out of her reverie, if only due to Noble Dove's prompt backing away by a few steps.<strong>"Ah . . that's right, we're done here . ."</strong>Putting away her bow, she pulled out her staff again, and looked about. A vaguely familiar man had attempted to cool down the . . . sparks between Ashton and Ysena it seems, and there were a few wounded people about . .<br/><br/><strong>"Yes. We've done enough fighting for today. This should be a time of celebration, since the town has been freed from it's abusers. All of you that have been injured, please allow me to take care of your wounds."</strong>She nodded to Aurich, Ashton, and the others. She did not get down from her mount though . . mainly because she was sure her legs wouldn't be able to hold her up at this moment!