the name felt poignant as it rolled across the tongue, hanging in the air between them, like a prayer all on its own. even more-so, cassine new the gravity of the meaning that accompanied it, that was implied by merely saying it, and she chose to do so with only the purest of intentions at heart. her eyes remained settled comfortably upon @Beelzebub's face all-the-while, her posture calming once the sound of sweet affirmation came forwards to indulge her, pricking at the edges of her gaze in an almost jovial fashion. "and i'm with you." for this was not a one-way street, nor something that cassine pledged without dire sincerity. wherever this winding trail may take them, she intended to see it through -- for better, or for worse. "wherever you, echo, everyone wants to go - we'll do it. we will make a new home, in time." she confirmed, tongue grazing anxiously across the backs of her teeth in the process. so long as they were together, they could do anything, achieve anything, no matter what the naysayers shouted in their ears. she was tired of being chained down, and she was sure that beelzebub was too -- but perhaps, this whole convoluted mess that had become of their life would turn out to be a blessing in diguise, and a path to something greater. a new chapter, perhaps, in which they forged their future together.

i lost myself into the night i clipped my wings and fell from flight

She knows, now, what she has to do -- the next step. Only a section of the path is illuminated, but it gives her a way forward, and perhaps a way out of this weight that's been dragging her down. She knows that her sisters feel just as out-of-touch with this new Scillan leadership as her; they've whispered about leaving before, but they all feel quite strongly that their freedom is not their own. How to handle Magnus remains to be seen, but they'll come up with a plan -- she has a determination, now. Little does she know how easy it will be.

"We'll go where you go," she affirms with a stubborn glint in her eyes. The Bezra sisters may be weary and beaten, but they are not yet broken. "They'll be wondering after me," Bee mentions, leaning back and glancing in the direction of Scilla; between her siblings and the king potentially noticing she has stolen away in the night, she'd known her time here was limited. And she supposes it's best to remain somewhat in Magnus's good graces if she expects to get what she wants from him. "I'll see you soon," she promises with an incline of her chin; she's well aware that @Cassine is making herself scarce around the Lagoon with their current predicament, and it would be unwise to let on to their king how important she is to anyone. The clay Dieudonne is young enough to pass for just another face in the crowd for now -- inconsequential, and worth little as a bartering chip. It's best if Magnus's knowledge about her remains limited.

She presses her snout to Cassine's cheek before pulling away and vanishing into the shadows back down the beach, feeling more certain now of her path than she has in a long while.

Exeunt Beelzebub

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