"Good to know," Celes replied quietly, unable to shake off her malaise. If she didn't lighten up (as much as she could, anyway), he was going to suspect something. Triad knew Celes couldn't allow that to happen, even though her experiences with the playboy king had alerted her to that heightened awareness one learned after a lifetime of tending court.

She reminded herself to tread carefully, and straightened her posture slightly. "So long as you've something to do, I can figure out how to regroup the alchemical club I'm in, or abolish it entirely. The head of the group has vanished, and so have many of the alchemists." She really was a useless woman if she couldn't even keep her forces together.