[ Cecil falls silent for a moment and she herself glances in the direction of the man Lancer is speaking about. She's not particularly surprised that he shrugged off her offer to be a shoulder to lean on, but she is disappointed, and with how Diarmuid spoke so fondly of him, she feels a little too intimidated to reprimand Lancer the way she scolded their dark-haired friend. ]

I don't believe that. I don't think he does either.

[ She sighs softly, then hesitates briefly before she speaks again and reaches to hold his hand between hers. ]

But I will do as you've asked. I hope you will allow me to talk to you a little more as well. We are friends... remember?