The only thing that Cecilia was regretting was making Juno cry. That actually did make her feel a pang of guilt, and she took a deep breath to focus herself and reign her own anger in. She gave Juno a little nod before letting herself in, only needing to follow the blood trail into Marco's bathroom. Cecilia didn't say a word, didn't think she could say anything that wasn't incoherent screaming punctuated by slaps to the back of his head. She just got down on her knees at Marco's side and started surveying the damage.
"Juno," she asked, keeping her voice low and calm, "Are you able to assist me, or would you like to leave? It's totally your call." She was working on determining what the worst of it was, but Marco was a bloody mess. He'd fucked himself up real nice, and for one single moment Cecilia felt a little overwhelmed. Then she took another breath and buried it away. The heel. That was the worst.