It did not take them long to usher all the children to one place. While the adults went about their business as they would, and as they only could with the results of such a thing, bright green eyes keep careful watch of red and creme and pale forest green. She had had to been dragged away from their Mother, with Camilla following behind silently as she needed no urging or pursuasion. And if any were to infact apporach enough to physically touch her, beside any of her siblings, they were met with a silent raised lip. She would not have any other herding her or touching her in any way they might think comforting, for she needed no such thing. If anything, it was Semele that did, and it showed in the way she occasionally bumped her white chin against her little sister.
Out of anything, she worried for her sisters well being and the state of her, for while she had no issue processing death and all that came with it, she knew the youngest of them were not as the oldest. Even Panzer was not like Vladimir and herself, and she well knew and accepted the fact. The Bloody Baron of Old Moladion had given his children something a parent would not wish upon their own child. But it was not sonmething to be helped, and such was the way of life. Such was the way of their lives and how they would play out. Their darkest Uncle has an idea of taking them all to lavender flat, to get them away from the scene and in hopes to distract them. Regardless of anything, her phantom frame kept a close proximity to Semele's own, while at the same time keeping tabs on all those around her. Each child of the pairs are present, and then some even more so that she does not know. One of then speaks of her now dead Uncle Neirin, and she eyes the boy for but a few moments before moving on.
Adults had a strange way of living their lives and working about their worlds, but for now, Camilla accepted it however she could, and mostly with a grain of salt. The only real interest she had was sticking close to Semele, and perhaps learning more about that boy- Alistair was his name, and he was here among the rest of them. Even speaking again he was, which drew her eyes but not for long. Always bright green found pale green, to ensure she was still here and with her and not off and getting hurt or anything of the sort. Her single purpose in life currently was to keep her sister safe, especially now that the Bloody Baron was no more and it was up to his children to keep safe the legacy he had passed on.
Camilla