Cecil's reaction to Firion's admission left little room for misunderstanding. She dropped his hand entirely then and pulled back a full step from him, her brows drawn together, mouth turned down in a frown. The knight didn't look away from Firion or raise her voice instantly in argument, but instead she merely kept her eyes trained on his, studying him for a few moments. Was he ill? Had he injured himself? Surely he wasn't lying or making jest. That also wouldn't be like him at all.

"I... am afraid I have no idea what you speak of," she replied at last after she realized she wasn't going to get her own answers just by staring at Firion with bewilderment on her face. "I have always been this height for as long as you have known me and I have never seen myself as a man. Certainly, my life would have been far easier had I been born as such or even had identified as such, but I have never felt the sex of my body did not match my perception of who I am."

Well... she used to have other problems with her body, but those were all somewhat superficial insecurities, rooted in the uniqueness of her looks compared to the golden haired and bronzed skin of her peers in Baron. She wasn't about to explain that to Firion though and she never had told any of the other soldiers in Cosmos's army about it either— not even the Warrior of Light.

"As far as I can recall, you have never mistaken me for a boy. You have always responded to me and treated me as you do around other females. I truly have no explanation for this... ah, discrepancy in our memories."