Celily flounders for a moment as the others spring into action. She looks after them for a moment, debating what to do. She can use her sword, but she's no fighter. She grits her teeth, and spurs her house forward.
Unlike some of her companions, Cecily doesn't immediately join the fray. She stays back a ways and begins to sing. The song rings out across the battlefield. It speaks of great battles and greater victories, of proud warriors winning honor and glory. Her voice reaches into the hearts of her allies and bolsters their courage.