[It doesn't matter. Any instant now, and she needs every last shred of her attention geared towards timing this perfectly - for an arrival that's nigh impossible to predict. After that, she can rejoin the fray and do something up there. It is a problem that neither of them knows the extent of the other's regenerative abilities (save for Dizzy of course, who seems impossible to scratch to begin with and is still brimming with magical energy), though Ciel is still fairly certain than hers is superior to Abel's. Hers relied on no source of energy, after all.
So through narrowed eyes and outstretched hands, she waits.]
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So through narrowed eyes and outstretched hands, she waits.]