[They both recognize it, but Ciel for one grew tired of holding grudges years ago. There's no satisfaction to be gained at the end of this road - at most, only the quiet reassurance that if the responsible are stopped, then such tragedies will cease to repeat here once more.
...Either way.
The rest may not even need to be mentioned, since the landing would happen as anyone may imagine.
Gingerly cradling Dizzy in her arms, Ciel herself is rather calm and composed while she tucks away any guesstimate of how difficult it may be to help the girl pick up the pieces later on. ...Hm, they'll likely have a lot of work ahead of them, but for now, they can afford to take a moment and simply be grateful, that Dizzy is safe, physically okay, and back to herself.
If Abel was too distraught before, he may now notice that there are strange markings glowing a soft white on Ciel's shoulder. ...Edges of... wings? They're fading though, now that everything is calming down. Still...
Time ticks on. Concern at this point is still fully warranted, but they have to keep moving. Put Dizzy to bed, change out of tattered clothing, and as much as that took out of her, Ciel is not letting it show and fully still plans on doing another patrol of the town -- just in case there's something else like this going on, or... there might be bodies littering in town, that deserve a proper 'sending-off'.
(She'll need to spent the night at the Church today though. This is the closest to complete exhaustion her magical reserves have ever come close to.)
So tilting her head aside, she directly looks up to those soft and concerned crimson red eyes with a quiet smile of her own. Nothing unusual coming from her, though... She really is acting as she's always had, isn't she?]
...It's okay, Father. She just... needs rest now.
[half a truth and half a lie. Dizzy will also need support, for starters, but...
Yes. For the time being, this is certainly over. So...
He doesn't need to worry any more than he already has.
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...Either way.
The rest may not even need to be mentioned, since the landing would happen as anyone may imagine.
Gingerly cradling Dizzy in her arms, Ciel herself is rather calm and composed while she tucks away any guesstimate of how difficult it may be to help the girl pick up the pieces later on. ...Hm, they'll likely have a lot of work ahead of them, but for now, they can afford to take a moment and simply be grateful, that Dizzy is safe, physically okay, and back to herself.
If Abel was too distraught before, he may now notice that there are strange markings glowing a soft white on Ciel's shoulder. ...Edges of... wings? They're fading though, now that everything is calming down. Still...
Time ticks on. Concern at this point is still fully warranted, but they have to keep moving. Put Dizzy to bed, change out of tattered clothing, and as much as that took out of her, Ciel is not letting it show and fully still plans on doing another patrol of the town -- just in case there's something else like this going on, or... there might be bodies littering in town, that deserve a proper 'sending-off'.
(She'll need to spent the night at the Church today though. This is the closest to complete exhaustion her magical reserves have ever come close to.)
So tilting her head aside, she directly looks up to those soft and concerned crimson red eyes with a quiet smile of her own. Nothing unusual coming from her, though... She really is acting as she's always had, isn't she?]
...It's okay, Father. She just... needs rest now.
[half a truth and half a lie. Dizzy will also need support, for starters, but...
Yes. For the time being, this is certainly over. So...
He doesn't need to worry any more than he already has.
He can let go now.]