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Caelia felt even more at a loss for words with each second that passed. Almost as soon as she arrived, Cairo was barreling in past her, moving to embrace both Geoffrey as well as Viviane. Her gaze remained on him, curious but apprehensive nonetheless. Perhaps unlike the outward anger of Cairo, her own anger was quieter and calculated, more like Artur's. Whoever had done this to their sweet brother would pay, if they ever knew who. And she doubted they ever would, given how Geoffrey spoke of them. They were slavers, far from here, and by the sounds of it unlikely to ever find their way here. Caelia could only hope that was true, but at least Geoffrey was safe here, much safer than he had been away from home - she didn't doubt that for a second.

Unlike Viviane, Caelia didn't feel the need to apologize. He had left, he hadn't been stolen away. Though it was hard to feel angry with him for it, and while she didn't exactly blame him for it, she wasn't going to apologize either for not protecting him. He should've been here, safe, with his family. She felt her fur bristle at the thought. "I'm glad you're home," she said simply, though quickly fell silent again and let the rest of them do the talking - they were far more suited for it than she was, anyway.