Alone

The commotion was to small, and didn't attract any unwanted attention. Still, Cecilia remained vigilant, knowing full well she was in dangerous water. So she waited patiently, occationally humming a small tune to pass the time.

After an unbarable amount of time to the paladin, she saw the slackened rope grow taught, signaling a climber. Grabbing part of the rope, she waited for her companions to arrive. When they did, both immediately took to rest. She saw blood stain Myria's weapons, and Dew was in a shameful state of dress, very little keeping the young elven woman's ample assets from spilling out. "You're both a welcome sight. What happened?"

She noticed Dew turned away and blushed, and was about to press it when Myria responded. "Nothing major, her robes just got ruined is all. Just give us a few minutes of rest and we'll be good to go."

Cecilia didn't press the issue, she wanted to but didn't.