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[ Caoimhe notices that he seems to fall in a more chipper mood. Almost instantly at that, she wipes the last of her tears off her face and gives a final sniffle. Her nerves taxing on one hand, but finding comfort with her friend and wanting to show them something potentially new... She pushes onwards and clamors outside with him until she finds a spot where it is open and wont potentially hurt anything. ]

okay...

[ Caoimhe holds the harp in her hand, and with a manifestation within her chest. Imagines it far larger, it transforms in her hand into a lap harp now and sits against her hip. ]

I-If... If it goes bad... Could you - - ? Make sure to help fight with me?