Cecile hadn't realised, but she was shaking as she entered her flat, looking around wide-eyed.
"I uhm...I joined a group of vigilantes. They said they would teach me how to be a bounty hunter...they sent this guy to 'teach' me but he uhm...he wasn't..." She looked down at the man in the chair, choking a little on a sob. "Even if they're possible criminals, I don't want to torture anyone..."
As Dice spoke, she blinked, a little overwhelmed. These three men had come to help her, no questions asked. How could she not be thankful? Without hesitation, she leaned forward, kissing Dice on the cheek and pulling him in for a hug. But she soon let go, turning to Florian and doing the same - kissing him on the cheek and squeezing him tightly in a hug.
She paused, looking over to Kit. She felt herself about to speak, but as she opened her mouth, she covered it with her hand to hide a sudden sob. Perhaps a burst of relief. She rushed forward, swinging her arms around his shoulders, pressing her face into his neck and starting to cry quite audibly. Cecile had simply not been mentally prepared for this, and because of that, she clung to Kit as though she was afraid he was going to leave her.