[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

One skill Casey has gained over his years is a heightened sense of perception. Mazelina's behavior troubles him; she'd tensed up at his and Sunny's approach, and just a moment ago he could've sworn he'd seen tears running down her face. It's enough to remind him that he isn't the only one in mourning here, that  there are even bigger problems facing them than the loss of their Captain. Even so, being able to see something is wrong isn't the same as knowing what to do about it. All Casey can do is watch as the healer marches onward, powerless against the grief that's gripping the lot of them. He lets out a heavy sigh, turning his attention to the strangers who'd joined their battle. He's reasonably certain he has nothing to fear from his current travelling companions, but this new group brings unknown elements; warriors in fancy dress and a few of the laguz his old mentor used to warn him about. They seem to be allies, but Casey can't bring himself to let his guard down after a sudden battle like that. He can't let himself get any more shaken up. Remember your training, he tells himself. Keep calm, and watch your back. 



Finally he turns to Sunny. "A funeral is a good idea," he begins, "But I have to agree, we need to tend to the ones who are still alive first." He looks her up and down for a moment, before asking, "Are you alright? I thought I saw you take a few hits back there."