[When Rin reaches Cloche, she's pacing through her room. She's done battles before. Hell, that's what she had been doing pretty much when she was sent here the first time, and the second time after being sent home. Cloche is no stranger to war.
However, when a few names were missing out of a list she would have preferred? That bothered her a lot. Hence her pacing now. She's not used to being alone in a battle. Even when she had been separated from Croix when Frelia had been coerced into singing Hibernation she had Luca with her, helping her out. It wasn't much, given that both of them were used to having others with them, taking hits for them, making sure that they were unharmed, knowing in turn that their partners would heal them and protect them through singing. But they had at least been together. Now? She was alone. That was more worrying, more terrifying, than anything. Sure, she would have no limits in singing and she could do a lot of stuff! But alone was worrying her. Scaring her.
She may not look as terrified as Pils does, but it's there on the inside. Cloche's face is reflecting it well enough that she's trying to not show it as she paces, trying to think about how she was going to get through this alive, even if it was for a day, it sounds.]
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However, when a few names were missing out of a list she would have preferred? That bothered her a lot. Hence her pacing now. She's not used to being alone in a battle. Even when she had been separated from Croix when Frelia had been coerced into singing Hibernation she had Luca with her, helping her out. It wasn't much, given that both of them were used to having others with them, taking hits for them, making sure that they were unharmed, knowing in turn that their partners would heal them and protect them through singing. But they had at least been together. Now? She was alone. That was more worrying, more terrifying, than anything. Sure, she would have no limits in singing and she could do a lot of stuff! But alone was worrying her. Scaring her.
She may not look as terrified as Pils does, but it's there on the inside. Cloche's face is reflecting it well enough that she's trying to not show it as she paces, trying to think about how she was going to get through this alive, even if it was for a day, it sounds.]