Wesley and Jaakuna just looked at the position that they and their friends found themselves in yet again. Not only were they now faced with the enemy, but to make matters worse, one of them was a judge. Wesley has heard of this judge. They say that she’s one of the most dangerous because she does not take sides, but only goes in favor to those who have something that’s in it for her. Jaakuna remembers this woman more than anyone else he remembers being around when he still lived in Archadia. He remembers Levi being the backstabbing bitch that she always is. He remembers her persuading him to betray his father, his brother, and he even remembers her making a move on him.

Jaakuna looked at Levi with an angry expression across his face and was about to say something, but then Grant would speak as she had previously addressed him. He would just state how it would be a good thing to see her, but something about not having the time. Jaakuna would agree with Grant. He didn’t think he would ever agree with him, but alas here he finds himself doing just that.

Wesley would look at what they were to deal with and about six soldiers and magi — three of each — and Judge Levi herself. Truly these were unfavorable odds, but Wesley has seen worse. Of course, that very thought made Wesley think back to the 20+ soldiers and Magi that he and Grant had to deal with. That was not a fun experience, but it did work in their favor only because of Vlyn and Aloa. This time, however, they only had themselves and their friends to help in the fight.

Jaakuna heard Emiri make a note at how she has her power and they could still escape. Jaakuna liked that idea and he knew he wasn’t at full strength himself. Plus, he wasn’t all that used to using a spear, at least not yet. Wesley would also take in that suggestion. He definitely wasn’t at full strength. Perhaps it would be best, but how far would they be able to get with her power.

“What say you Jaakuna?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to fight — at least not in my condition — but Emiri..”

Jaakuna’s gaze would turn to Emiri as his main concern was how much of herself it would take out of it for using her ability with so many people. Jaakuna would turn to Emiri. “If you can handle it, then yeah, we can get out of here using your ability, but only if you’re absolutely sure.” Jaakuna quietly said to her.

That was the second time today that someone had doubted her ability. Ironic, considering it was both Vincent and Jaakuna. And on both occasions, they had every reason to. There were five of them in total; she had never pulled so many people outside of time with her before. Worst case scenario, she could just take them all one by one if she had to. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of the battle with Ixion. Of course, she knew that Levi considered them escaping a possible option. Emiri put away her bow, and nodded at Nadeline. She nudged Grant, and she and him copied Emiri. All the of them extended their hands, each one casting their spells at the same time:

"Stopga!"

"Sleepga!"

"Graviga!"

Without bothering to see if any of them had worked, Emiri turned and grabbed Jaakuna first. Time froze still, the two of them being the only exceptions. "Grab Wesley." She instructed as she reached for Nadeline.

vincent is a poopiehead pass it on

The moments were quick. Everything happened so suddenly, such in minimal amount of time, and yet it felt like forever. First came the three spells to throw off the enemy, which it did as the Stopga would stop them all, the Sleepga would put all but Levi sleep, but Graviga would press Levi to the ground so hard she could barely move. As that would happen, in a few simple motions, everybody was hooked in by each others hands and about fifty paces later, they were in the clear and away from Levi or any of her men.

As they were in the clear, Emiri’s ability stopped and they were in real time. Jaakuna looked to Emiri. She seemed incredibly worn out. Jaakuna just knew that was too much of a task for her, but he was so proud of her. “Emiri, that…that was amazing.” Jaakuna’s amazement was followed by a short, yet succulent kiss as he would grasp her head with his hands. Of course, it was in front of everyone.

As the kiss would go on, Wesley would cough. “I believe we should get going. They won’t wait around forever, you know?” Wesley said hoping to ease whatever awkwardness there would be from Jaakuna and Emiri kissing.

Jaakuna pulled away and blushed. “Oh yes right, of course.” He said. Jaakuna would press his jacket. “Iris, are you nearby?”
“Yes Master Jaakuna!”
“Beam all five of us please. We’re ready to leave this hell hole.”
“Right away sir!”

As that conversation was short, the lot of them were beamed up. Blue and gold magical particles surrounded them and as they shot up, in seconds they would be at the beaming station aboard the Ifrit. “Oh how I missed you baby.” Jaakuna said as he went on all fours and kissed the cold, steel ground. After a few kisses, however, Jaakuna would stand up, much to the coughing of Wesley.

“Iris take us way from here.”
“Any desitnation, sir?”
“Not here.”
“Right away.”

Iris would say as the ship would leave and sounds of a thrusters going ultra-fast could be heard.

Back on the Tchita Uplands, time stopped and the spells wore off and as that happened, Levi would look around and not see the group. What’s even worse, she would hear something in the sky and as she would look up, nothing was there, but she knew it had to be an airship of some kind. “Very clever.” Levi smiled.

Her men would finally get out of the groove of the spell and look to Levi. “What now maim ?” One of them asked.

Levi was both happy and angered. She was happy to have such clever prey, but her men were annoying her. She would turn to them, smiling. Though, she would say nothing. She reached both of her hands out, and between her fingers were weaves of Water Magick. In seconds, she would manipulate them to shoot at all six of her men, striking them quick with venom-induced water tendrils. She would then smirk. “This will be fun.”

She thought she was rusty before, or perhaps her fears of having to hold so many people weighed her down somewhat. Either way, it came as a relief once they were in the clear. Emiri felt her knees buckle underneath her, though she managed to stay standing. She let out a sigh of relief, though as she was about to respond to Jaakuna, she was greeted by a kiss. Boy, he sure had no concerns over public displays of affection, nor did he consider that they needed to get out of here, quick. Plus she was still a little mad at him. Luckily Wesley reminded Jaakuna, and Emiri caught Grant huffing in disapproval as they were beamed up.

Nadeline had been grateful to be on the Ifrit again, though obviously Jaakuna had been much more grateful. As she watched his little display of affection (the Ifrit really was his baby) she felt a nudge. She looked, seeing Grant hold out a note for her. "Vlyn asked that I pass this on to you." He stated, and repeated the gesture to Emiri. Nadeline looked confused for a moment, though she did open it and read it. It was brief, but it only said that Lorenzo wished to see her as soon as possible. She wondered if something had happened at home. He never usually asked her to go back home. Was Mother alright? What could it be?

Emiri took the note from Grant, but did not open it. She needed to address the elephant in the room between them. "We need to talk." She told him plainly, taking his wrist and guiding him to the barracks. It didn't matter the circumstances, anytime any person uttered the words 'we need to talk' it never came out to any good. Emiri was completely serious, however, and so Grant found himself alone with her in what he presumed was her room in the Ifrit. The two stood facing one another, though a silence lingered for a moment. He wondered why she wanted to talk to him; he presumed he would be getting the silence treatment, but he was wrong.

Finally, he decided to speak. "Why did you run away?"

This seemed to throw her off for a moment, as her eyes widened, though they quickly narrowed themselves. "To get away from you and my mother." She snapped.

Clearly he had touched upon a sensitive subject, but he also recognized the look in her eyes. She was lying. "Despite our...rocky relationship, you should be aware that I know you better than that." He reminded her. "How many years has it been? And you...haven't changed."

"I have changed." She corrected him. "If I was the same person from before you and I would not be here right now. So...you're wrong."

"Yet you to me. You never ran from me, did you, Emelia?"

Emiri crossed her arms in response, though she said nothing. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right on both accounts, and she felt guilty. Maybe she had more of a personality, but she did lie. It's funny, that was the lie she kept telling herself, what she kept justifying to herself. "No, you're wrong. If you hadn't lost it that night I might've considered staying...you...really hurt me."

Now it was Grant's turn to feel guilty. "I suppose you're right. You changed. You started looking at me with hatred, and you know I despised that."

"No, you despised that you couldn't control me anymore."

"You act like I had no reason."

"You are a control freak, anytime anything doesn't go your way you throw a temper tantrum! Welcome to the world of Ivalice, Grant, things like that happen all the time! Gods, you drove me crazy with that!" She threw her arms in the air in exasperation. "Because as far as I know I was the only one you subjected to that kind of treatment! Even Nadeline grew concerned when you started...changing."

"How was I supposed to act?! My father had just gotten murdered by my older brother! I didn't know how to cope with it, alright?!" Grant admitted rather angrily, though it seemed he was not angry at her. "My entire world was changing, I couldn't stand losing him and Roland! Gods knew I barely managed to get by when Mother passed away from her illness...my entire world changed and there was nothing I could do about it! What did you expect?!"

"I expected you to be reasonable about it! I expected you to come and--and talk to me! Or, I don't know, I--" Emiri hesitated, unsure what she wanted to say. "Grant I..."

"You what?"

"I wanted you to trust me! We were friends and you never trusted me!"

"And you trusted me? The pot can't call the kettle black."

Emiri placed her hands on her hips. "Don't change the subject."

"And what IS the subject? You say you want to talk and then end up remaining silent, but suddenly I'm the one to blame. You know, you're always blaming me for everything miserable in your life and the truth of the matter is that is NOT how things happened. You act like I'm the source of all your misery!" Now Grant was the one snapping at her.

"Because carving a spell into someone's shoulder is complete alright, right?"

"That was--I--If it wasn't for that, Wesley and I could not have rescued you, it brought Vlyn and Aloa, together we managed to defeat the guard protecting you." Grant shook his head. "That is beside the point."

"Beside the point?! Grant, you have a problem! A serious problem! Gods know you're a psycopath--"

"Don't you DARE call me that!"

Emiri scoffed, crossing her arms. "I forgot, that was what made you attack me in the first place."

"You purposely goaded me, pressing every single one of my buttons--"

"Because I knew that you were crazy!"

He had enough. Grant walked to the door, only for Emiri to grab his hand. "We aren't finished." She told him, anger in her voice.

"There's the problem, isn't it? Maybe this could have all been solved a long time ago if you hadn't run away when you did." Grant told her quietly. "Things could have been different. We--I could have gotten help. You could have gotten help. There is always an option...and you chose to run away. You abandoned me, you abandoned your country, you abandoned Nadeline and that's all you've ever done."

He felt her grip loosen considerably, and after a moment, she let him go. He let out a sigh, turning around to see her staring at the ground. Silence ensued once more, this one bearing ill feelings and unfinished business. Emiri looked up at Grant after some time. "You're right. All I ever did was run. I can't change what's happened...nor could you. No matter how much you apologize, no matter how many times I wish I hadn't left...none of that will change."

"No...it won't."

"Did you even love me? Or did you simply love the idea of me, Grant?."

Grant looked up at the ceiling as she trailed off. Maybe she was right after all. "Loving the idea of you, huh? Maybe...maybe that was it after all."

She was shocked to hear him admit it. Sure, she had been the one to suggest it, but she didn't think it was actually true...and it hurt to hear it. However, they needed to get everything out in the open. They had to. If not for their engagement, for the sake of the friendship they had built. Taking in a deep breath, Emiri went to her bag and went through it, searching for something. Once she found it she approached Grant, looking at him determined. He looked right back at her, his expression unreadable as always.

"We may not have loved one another, but despite everything you did, you are my friend." She admitted slowly. "When I heard...when I saw you in that cell, when you apologized, I saw the old Grant. The one who would help me when I needed it, the one who smiled and told me he enjoyed just being in my company. I saw him. There's also the fact that, technically, if it wasn't for you, none of my friends could have made it out. I have you to thank for saving Jaakuna's life as well--if you hadn't gotten me out, I wouldn't have been able to heal him. She paused for a moment, the two looking at one another. "I'm...I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. No, gods knew he didn't deserve those words. They resonated from within those violet eyes he loved so much, and he realized she was completely serious. Without breaking eye contact, she took his hand and opened it, placing something very small within. He looked down and in that moment, was almost brought to tears. Colored silver and in the elaborate shape of a rose and adorned with diamonds, in his hand sat an engagement ring

"My mother's wedding ring..." He whispered in disbelief, though his expression was mixed between that and amazement. "I...I was so sure you had sold it, or had gotten rid of it..."

"I...I considered it...but I couldn't get rid of something that was not mine." She said somewhat sheepishly, though she did let out a sigh as she returned to her more serious look. "Could we move past this?"

He gripped the ring in his hand, finally tearing his gaze away from it and to Emiri. "I don't deserve this kindness."

"No, you don't." She cheerfully agreed.

"...You weren't supposed to agree with me." He feigned a hurt expression.

"Well, now that I have given you back the ring, kindly inform Ivalice that our engagement is over. Apparently running away and not seeing you for years was not enough to convince the world."

Grant looked at her, somewhat surprised, but then he started laughing. Emiri couldn't help but smile, it had been a very long time since she heard him laugh. He pocketed the ring in his jacket, making sure it was secure before he looked back at Emiri. "That sounds like a fair deal." He agreed, though he paused for a moment. "Thank you, Emelia."

"I don't go by the name my mother gave me anymore." She informed him. "That girl is gone."

"Is that so?" Grant asked curiously. After a moment of thinking, he stepped forward, bringing the two closer."Then farewell, Emelia."He gently placed a very light kiss on her forehead, as he always did. It lasted all of two seconds as he stepped back, extending his hand to her. "My name is Grant Marshall Roselia. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Emiri looked up at him, though she took his hand, firmly shaking it. "Same to you. My name is Emiri Iniko."

Now it was Grant's turn to look down at her. He raised an eyebrow at her, though she only looked back at him in confusion. "That's right, Nadeline told me that you...seriously, 'Emiri'? Really?"

She stared at him, though her look turned into one of embarrassment as she let out a slight chuckle. "Well...I couldn't very well go around being called by my real name, could I?"

"So instead you go by one of the ideas I had if we were to have a daughter?"

She placed her hands on her hips. "A terrible name for a child, that. You just took the first few letters of my first and middle name. It's terribly lazy and unoriginal."

"You're the one using it now, so it can't be that bad."

"Of course. And that little tidbit stays between you and I. A secret of friendship. Now be on your way, I need my privacy."

He shrugged, though he did as she said and left the room. She looked at the note, unfolding it and reading its contents, revealing what looked like a newspaper article. She recognized it as one she used to read back in Rozarria. She read through it, noticing that a skirmish on Rozarrian borders resulted in a nethicite explosion, killing most of the soldiers involved in the battle. Boy, was she glad she sent Grant away when she did. She was in complete disbelief, placing a hand over her mouth as she continued to read it. Her father's squadron was involved in the incident. She stopped at the list of deaths, afraid of what she might read, afraid of the name she would find. After a few seconds of fighting with herself, she forced herself to read it, though to an immense relief, did not see her father's name in the obituary. That was the end of the article. She turned the paper over, finding a scribble that read 'You should go see your father' and nothing more.

Returning to Rozarria was not an option she wanted to take. To her it was like going back to a prison, and she didn't feel she was strong enough to face her past just yet. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, pocketing the note and deciding that would be for later. She exited the room, going to the kitchen and finding Jaakuna there. "Your turn." She told him, crossing her arms.

It was just so wonderful to be back on the Ifrit as Jaakuna would head to the Kitchen. He did wonder what Emiri and Grant went off to do, but Jaakuna was just too damn hungry to really give it his full attention. If it was anything too serious, Jaakuna was positive that Emiri would be able to handle it. Besides, Iris would inform him should it get out of hand. Regardless, however, Jaakuna found himself in the kitchen and he was just so hungry, but he also felt so lazy. So, JAakuna would just go in the fridge to see what exactly left over there was to eat and that's where he stumbled upon some Mac and Cheese that had been left over from a week ago. Jaakuna knew that it was still good by the way the orange-ish color was still on there. So, he would pop that into the oven and nuke it for a few minutes until the cheese was bubbling and the noodles were nice and warm for him to eat them.

As Jaakuna would take it out of the oven real carefully, he began to eat it. Taking his spoon, and as each bite went into his mouth, he would let out a slight orgasm of sorts in response of how good it really was. Jaakuna was really enjoying his meal, so much so that the others could very well hear him let out these moans. Wesley certainly heard him and he thought that Jaakuna was cumming or some type of shit like that. When Wesley would peak over, however, he would see that Jaakuna was just eating his meal. He just shook his head and turned back to Nadeline who was giving him the same look that he had given Jaakuna. As he would begin to finish it up, Jaakuna would go to the sink and rinse the rest of it away. He would then take a towel and simply wipe his mouth to rid it of the excess food. Jaakuna would then let out a moan as he would stretch his arms into the air.

When Jaakuna was finished, Emiri would approach him. She would simply tell him it was his turn. Jaakuna looked into her eyes and he knew exactly what she was alluding to. Jaakuna wasn't surprised. She wanted to address this when they got into the clear and obviously she was done with Grant. "Fine then. Let's go to my room for this though." Jaakuna stated as he would motion Emiri to follow him.

Wesley would see Emiri and Jaakuna head off to the elevator and most likely to his room. Wesley smiled. "It seems he's going to tell her, Nadeline."

Nadeline should have been giddy with excitement when she watched Emiri and Jaakuna leave, but her father's message got to her. When Wesley asked her if she thought he was going to tell her, she did smile a bit. She looked at him, waving her finger. "Here's hoping it goes well, Emi didn't look like she was in the best of moods when she arrived. It could go either way." She paused for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face. "Their marriage could potentially be one that brings peace, if you think about it. A Rozarrian marrying an Archadian isn't unheard of, but when royalty is involved, it makes all the difference." She said slowly as she considered the possibility. Maybe this was one way of preventing the war. Of course, it would mean that Jaakuna would need to step up and dethrone Vincent.

She then let out a small sigh, looking at Wesley seriously. "My father has asked me to return to Rozarria." She informed him, crossing her arms as she stared at the ceiling. "Something must have happened for him to ask such a thing, especially since he gave me no reason." She had hoped it was not too serious, but there was always the possibility that perhaps she would have to remain there. "Tomorrow, I will ask that...I will ask Jaakuna to leave me in Stigma, so that I may see him. I only pray that Mother is well..."

---

Emiri followed Jaakuna in silence. She said nothing when the got in the elevator, she said nothing in the hallway, and she said nothing once they got in his room. She appreciated the privacy, though she didn't want to admit that it also made her uneasy. What had he been refraining from her? Was it important? Was it nothing? The possibilities went in and out of her head so quickly it made her dizzy. No, she was physically dizzy. Her powers drained her more than usual, it had also been a long day. She let out a sigh and looked at her boyfriend expectantly, waiting for him to talk.

When Nadeline would go on and saying how she was requested to go back to Rozarria, Wesley didn't know how exactly to feel about that. He was happy for her that she would be able to see her family again, but to be called to her home and by a message was certainly something that wouldn't be good, not even in the slightest. Though, WEsley would put that at the back of his mind and focus on what she said about Jaakuna and Emiri going off. It truly could go either way. If it went south, the things would get awkward for everyone. However, if it went the way that Nadeline said so, then indeed the union of an Archadian and Rozarrian could truly bring some kind of peace to Ivalice. Sure, it wouldn't become anything permanent, not in this day and age, but it could very well bring peace for this generation. Even now, as Wesley thought about that, he also would think about him and Nadeline. It wasn't like marriage was automatically on the frontlines of his thoughts, but he did have to wonder about that as well. Perhaps one day, yes, but Wesley just wanted to keep the option open.

"Yes, truly if the two of them had married, it would indeed bring peace." Wesley said, "how about you, NAdeline? Does the thought of being married entice you as well?" He asked her.

---

The silence from the elevator was so unbearable, but Jaakuna didn't blame her for not talking. Ever since the allusion that Jaakuna was leaving something out earlier in the evening, Emiri has been on his ass about telling. She surely didn't take it too kindly that he quickly changed the subject when they entered the Sochen Cave Palace and probably liked it less when he kissed her earlier. Yes, it truly was that kind of unavoidable discussion. It wasn't like there was anything bad to it. Sure the way he did it, Jaakuna knew it would sound bad to Emiri and maybe ruin her thoughts about him as well. Maybe Jaakuna was a fool to agree to such terms from his GRandfather, but if he didn't, Emiri would have died — he is sure of that. Jaakuna also said yes cause, in some part of him, he really does want to marry her.

Sighing, Jaakuna sat down on the edge of his bed, looking to the floor. By this time, Emiri had made her way to the edge of his bed as well. He looked up, and would just speak. "Okay, so here it is. " He said. "When I found out that Vincent had taken you, I was pissed, and I mean really pissed. I cried, I shouted, I yelled — I did just about everything that I possibly could. It took Wesley and Nadeline to bring me out of my rage to make me see how dire things were." Jaakuna said as he proceed to stand up. "I had to go to my grandfather — Judge Magister Bahamut Ira Darcone — and ask him for help. It wasn't something I wanted to do, oh the gods it was the last thing I wanted to do, but I did and it worked." Jaakuna said slightly laughing at what he had just said. "Nadeline, Wesley, Ixion, and myself met up with him in Rabanstre and I told him that I needed to rescue you. Of course, he denied, but after I pretty much pleaded with him, he would accept, under one condition." Jaakuna said as he sat back down. "Before I tell you, I need you to understand that I would have done it way before he would have requested it of me. "He said gulping. "He requested...no, it's more like demanded, me to marry you and rule Archadia with you by my side." There, he said it, Now how was she going to react? How could she react? Jaakuna just laid the biggest bombshell on her in a while.

Once again, the word 'marriage' came up. Funny, she had just broken one engagement and was now apparently slated for another. She couldn't say she was surprised, though she wasn't exactly expecting it, either. Emiri looked away from Jaakuna, instead staring at her hands as she played with the hem of her dress. What should she say? That she had already known because his grandfather had flat out told her that it was her desire? No, that wasn't what she wanted to say. She knew this would come up again someday ever since Jaakuna had fallen into his Mist-induced coma, and the fact that he felt the need to clarify that he had wanted to do it before it had been requested of him made it worse. What was wrong with her? She should have been happy, didn't she always want to be by his side? Gods knew she did, she never wanted to let him go, she wanted him and only him. And yet she hesitated. Why?

She had been silent for much too long and she knew it. She avoided his gaze at all costs. She didn't want him to be disappointed or hurt. But she couldn't. She just couldn't. She didn't know if it was the shock or Jaakuna or Grant or anything, she felt so confused. No, she wasn't confused. She was angry. Once again she didn't have the choice to make, and now she felt trapped. And that thought was terrible to her. Marrying Jaakuna should not feel like this at all, and yet she found her anger stirring within her. But he did it because he, too, had no choice. She held her head in her hands, clearly not taking the news well. Boy, he certainly got the drop on her.

"I know." She found herself saying, what was worse she felt her voice crack, coming out as more of a plea than anything. "We met at the Mosphoran Highwaste, he told me...the same thing. Though it wasn't a demand." So then she had no say in the matter after all? Would she just accept it? She then found herself laughing, though it came off as very forced. "That...I admit that was not what I was expecting. Is that all?"

---

Wesley agreed with her, and then he asked her what she had thought of marriage. It was funny, with all her romance novels and visions of grandeur, Nadeline never really thought about it much. "My father married my mother out of love and nothing more. Though...I was raised to see marriage as a political tool, a way to further strengthen the family bloodline as well as relationships between providences and the like." She admitted half heartedly. She must have sounded very much like a member of the royal family. "It's...as a woman, as a princess, I've always known that at any given moment, I could be given away to any royal man. We women never did have options...until Reia and my father broke the mold. But my grandmother was given to my grandfather. Even Emi...she was brought up expecting to marry Grant...arranged marriages are the norm, I suppose. As for my own personal feelings..." She thought about it carefully. "I hope to be like my father. I hope to marry for love, and not politics."

"Of course he did." It wasn't like it was out of bounds for his grandfather to just do something like that. Though, that wasn't what had Jaakuna in a state of shock. Sure, hearing his grandfather sending his blessing or whatever to Emiri was all fine and dandy, but what Jaakuna found the most shocking of all of this the limited reaction out of Emiri. He didn't expect her to get ultra mad or ultra happy, but he expected more than what he was getting. He thought she would at least know what it really meant. Though, maybe she didn't. Of course she didn't. How could she? She only met Hamut that one time and as he always is, he was charming.

As JAakuna came to the realization that his grandfather was so charming with Emiri, he just sat down...laughing. "You really don't know the magnitude of this, do you?" He said, head low, arms low, and voice low. "A promise made to my grandfather is one that you don't just brush off as nothing." He said still in the same position. "It's true that I would have indulged the idea of marrying you, but not like this — not this way. In my head and in my heart, I imagined us dating, and then me taking you to the first place we met and proposing to you there. I imagined making it your choice, making it the one thing you can look back and say it was your happiest day of your entire life." Jaakuna just couldn't bring himself to look at Emiri now. "I didn't want it to be like how it was with you and Grant. You know, arranged, and no choice whatsoever." Jaakuna found the strength to look to Emiri. "I just want you to want to marry me cause of our feelings for each other and not cause of some stupid promise I made to my grandfather." Jaakuna said,

He looked to Emiri with curious eyes. "What exactly were you expecting me to say?" He asked her.

---

Wesley smiled at what Nadeline had to say. He did feel for her. Growing up as royalty definitely had it perks, but there was also some bad things to it as well, as Nadeline had pointed out. Wesley found himself wondering how her father was like. Including all that she said, it definitely seemed like the man was both very protective and also a fair man. Wishing your daughter to marry for love given what his position of power would be is definitely something to admire. At least, as far as Wesley is concerned. "It seems like your father is a good man. I can just tell by the way you're talking about him." Wesley couldn't help himself. "I do wonder what the man would think of me." Uh-oh, Wesley was going into his Jaakuna-influenced mode. First it started with the jokes, and now it was escalating with cockiness and arrogance.

A gleam appeared in Nadeline's eyes, and she walked right up to Wesley. The two were so close she could either quickly kiss him or give him one hell of a headbutt. She sported quite the mischievous grin, though there was the slighest hint of wickedness behind it. "Would you like to find out?" She asked, her tone extremely playful. "You could always accompany me, I could introduce you. You should be proud, though, I have never introduced any of my boyfriends to my father before." She jokingly warned him, though she did back away a step or two. "Father would be delighted to meet you. Probably."

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Jaakuna's words should have made Emiri feel better. He felt the same way too, apparently. It didn't really change things, of course, and after a moment, she only let out a sigh. She flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Not like they could undo it. What's done is done. She mildly considered running away, though she imagined Hamut would probably send the entire Archadian military after her. The silly thought made things a little lighter, but she just did not know what to say. He said everything that she wanted to hear, and for the moment, she didn't want to talk about it anymore. When he asked her what she thought he would say, she put her arm over her eyes and let out another sigh. "I didn't really know what to expect." She admitted.

Was she serious? Wesley was half-joking when he was musing aloud about meeting Nadeline's father. Truth be told, Wesley is a little nervous about meeting her father. He doesn't know much about the Roselia Royal Family, but having met Grant, Wesley could only assume that Nadeline's father has to be something along those lines. Still, as he looks to Nadeline, he couldn't help but want to find out for himself. Besides, her saying that she's never introduced any of her boyfriends to her father really made Wesley think about how close they really were — and only in a few short days no less. As Wesley thought about that specifically, his mind went to Emiri and Jaakuna and how they only knew each other for a day or so later than Wesley and Nadeline have and they're pretty much engaged. Perhaps with all that has happened, Wesley shouldn't question how quick it takes for all of them to fall for each other.

Coming out of whatever train-of-thought he was just in, Wesley looked at Nadeline, he was so close to him that he wasn't surprised that she didn't kiss him. Perhaps she didn't want to risk her Uncle Grant catching them again. "I would love to accompany you to Rozarria." Wesley said, "I do think your father will like me. I mean, if his brother can, then how different could he be?" Wesley was in his Jaakuna mode again. Oh gods, why is this happening more often?. Nadeline took a step or so back stating that her father would like him, more or less. "I think it will be very interesting at the very least." Wesley said chuckling.

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Even though no words were spoken, silence spoke volume. Jaakuna knew that Emiri wasn't all that happy with him at the moment. For some reason, he just got that very vibe from her lack of words. It wasn't like Jaakuna expected her to be jumping in joy. No, but he just kept on finding himself hoping for more of a reaction from her. Even when he first told her about what the secret was, she didn't react in the way she would. She didn't start yelling or anything. She didn't throw things, she didn't cry, jump in joy — nothing. All she did was merely state 'is that all'. Like, Jaakuna doesn't know how to work with that. Even now, as she laid on the bed, arm over her eyes, she said pretty much the same thing, that she didn't know what to expect. Didn't know what to expect? Jaakuna didn't know what to feel after she said that. What did she really think Jaakuna was going to say?

Jaakuna laid down on the bed too, on her right side, and locking his fingers with the ones of her other arm. He then turned his head to her. "I know all of this isn't what you probably wanted to hear. The gods know that it's something I didn't want to be true, not in this way at least."Jaakuna said still looking to her. "If this truly makes you unhappy, I don't care what my Grandfather will do to me, I'll forsake the entire promise." Jaakuna continued, "Seeing you unhappy is worse punishment than whatever harm my Grandfather or Brother could ever dare to dream to do to me." Jaakuna said deeply looking into her eyes.

Now what? Jaakuna felt terrible about all this, and now Emiri was feeling guilty. What a mess this was. She needed to stop overthinking, she didn't want him to have to suffer again because of her. Not again. She finally got the guts to look at him again, though her bangs obscured her vision partly. He looked so genuine right now, so serious. It was so unlike him, this entire thing was unlike him. That thought made her want to laugh a little, while it never came out, she did smile at him. She was happy now, just being with him. His hands were softer than she had imagined. She could feel some of the calluses from his sword, though it wasn't unpleasant. Holding hands with him like this, she remembered his dream. This was the future he wanted. She could put up with it for now. "I just need time." She found herself telling him quietly. "It's...it's a lot to process." The admission felt like a great weight had been lifted off of her chest.

"For some time now, the idea of being shackled to anyone is...it's terrifying. I don't know, maybe I don't know what marriage really is. But if it's for you...if it's to you...I..." Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly became very embarrassed. Did she just admit that she found herself actually wanting to marry him?

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"Father and Grant aren't much alike, though." Nadeline told Wesley as she leaned against the table. "Grant is very serious. He's very much a gentleman, despite his flaws. He's actually a lot like you, now that I think about it." She paused, though she really did think so. "Father is the complete opposite of Grant, and Reia--Her Eminence, as well. He doesn't want to rule Rozarria, all he wants to do is take care of my mother and myself. He much prefers to go on walks, or mingle with the townspeople. He's very popular, so it was quite the shock when he announced that under no circumstances would he rule the land. He doesn't mind if I succeed him--it's why I'm second in line for the throne, right after Grant. " She told Wesley.

If a day or so ago, someone would have said that Wesley was a lot alike to Grant, Wesley would had probably shot himself or something like that. Though now, as he hears Nadeline speak about Grant, about her father, Wesley can see how he's much like both of them, actually. Wesley, sure, is a gentleman, but he too is popular among the townsfolk of Rabanastre and all of Dalmasca. Wesley even finds himself thinking that he doesn't need to rule Dalmasca. His younger sister is doing a far better job at that than he ever could. "I hate to admit, but I too see the similarities between myself and Grant." Wesley laughed at that thought. Again, he didn't think he would be saying it. "Hearing you talk about your father, I can't help but admit that he sounds a lot like you." He said to Nadeline, "You're very popular, and you very much like to converse with people too." Wesley said with a smile upon his face.

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As he would look into her eyes, she would eventually do the same, and just state that she needs time. Jaakuna completely understood that. All of this was probably too much, and even more so cause it was pretty much arranged. Of course, Jaakuna had already reassured her that he wouldn't fulfill his promise to Hamut if it meant for her unhappiness. Which is why Jaakuna would just say 'fuck it' to that whole thing. Jaakuna would do that for her — he'd do anything for her. She probably already knew that.

Though, now as she spoke, he listened. Her words entered his ears and etched themselves into his memory. Her description of being married was the same as being shackled? Jaakuna didn't know how to respond, so he didn't; at least not until she finished. It was a good thing too cause as she would do that indeed, her words — at least the tone of them — changed drastically. From comparing marriage to shackles to alluding to the idea of that if she was married to him, Emiri wouldn't mind it. Jaakuna's eyes would widen slightly. Though, in his mind his eyes would widen so much. Is she really hinting at what I think she's hinting to? That thought entered his mind. Jaakuna could say so many things to her, he could do so many things to her, but should he? That's the real question he needs to be asking himself.

Now having the time to just absorb it all, Jaakuna spoke. "You're my everything Emiri. I want you to want this not just for me, but for you too." Jaakuna said looking deeper into her deep, violet eyes. "If you want the time alone, I'll give you that, if you need me by your side, I'll never leave you, and if you just want to embrace me, I'll be right here." Jaakuna said. He was as serious as he's ever been, but there was more to that. His heart was fully out there. It was perhaps more out there than ever before.

Grant walked into the kitchen, having been exploring the Ifrit after being dismissed by Emiri. He had to admit, the entire ship was impressive. It was much larger than he had anticipated, so he had been lost for a while before eventually coming back and finding said kitchen. He decided to make himself some tea, though he did overhear a bit of the conversation. Wesley and himself were similar? He could probably see it. Though hearing Wesley not wanting to admit it made Grant feel just a little bad, even if he didn't show it. He really did need to change. As the tea finished, he poured himself a cup as Wesley complimented Nadeline. At this point, he couldn't quite let him get away with that, and decided to tease Nadeline.

"She is also impulsive, indecisive, and hot-headed. Gods know she needs to control that temper." Grant murmured into his tea, taking a sip as he turned to the pair..

She had been so happy to hear Wesley say that. Though of course, Uncle Grant had to go ruin it. Again. Nadeline's eye twitched, though she stomped right up to Grant, pointing a finger at him. "Did you forget that I'm right here?! Don't speak of me and pretend I won't hear it!"

"Temper, temper." He chided her lightly, clasping his hand over hers and bringing it down. "You could use some of your mother's patience."

Nadeline blinked, though she turned back to Wesley. "That reminds me, I'd like you to meet Mother as well. She is sweeter than sugar, I'm sure she'd love you!"

Grant couldn't help but smirk slightly. She was so easy to rile up, but as soon as the topic shifted to her mother she became all doe-eyed and lovable. "I think she'd like that." He admitted to Wesley. "The doctor says if she keeps going like she is, she'll be able to go outside and walk like she used to."

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Emiri looked at Jaakuna for a moment, taking in his words. For one reason or another, she decided to shut her thoughts out for a moment. She let go of his hand and sat up. She swung her legs onto the bed, getting on all fours and crawling on top of him. She put both hands on either side of his head, staring down at him intently. "I told you before, didn't I? I want to stay by your side." She reminded him quietly, though with one hand, she pushed his bangs off his forehead lightly. "I don't care about marriages or engagements or promises, or--or any of that. I just want to be with you. This much I am sure of." She told him, her tone slightly more determined. Her hand touched his cheek lightly, and she found herself smiling. "I mean it." She told him gently. She lowered her head, gently giving him a light kiss, though she pulled back. "Stay by my side." She pleaded him.

When Wesley had complimented Nadeline on her good traits, in came Grant with some other traits, but they weren’t so positive. At least, not by the way Nadeline had responded to them. He would say that she’s a bit impulsive, indecisive, and hot-headed. Grant would also make a note that she needed patience. Wesley was just about to say something to that, but Nadeline would be the first one to do that. Maybe Grant’s right. Wesley thought to himself as he would see(and hear) Nadeline pretty much tell Grant that if he forgot that she was in the room as she could hear everything he said. He would just state that she could use her mother’s patience. Wesley didn’t know what any of this meant.

As she would approach him, she would state that he just had to meet her mother too. Wesley smiled at that thought. “I’d be honored to meet your mother.” Wesley smiled. Thinking a bit, Wesley spoke once more. “If you don’t mind me asking, what sort of illness does your mother have?” Wesley probably was treading on rocky shores with that question, but his curiosity took over, that much he is willing to admit to himself.

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For a moment — just a moment — silence took the room. There wasn’t so much as a clearing of ones throat, but that would change. Emiri had let go of the grip of his hand, and she proceeded to climb on top of him. This definitely was a change for the better, at least from where Jaakuna is laying. As she laid up top of him, Jaakuna looked up her and she down at him. Her eyes were so focused, so determined, and as she would speak, Jaakuna listened with the same focus she was giving him.

She would tell him that she didn’t care about the promises or whatever it may be, she just wanted to stay with him, stay by his side. As she would say that, she moved Jaakuna’s bangs from his face and with that their eyes would look deeply into each other. She would touch his cheek and Jaakuna found himself smiling to her as she would do to him. She would kiss him, though only for a moment. Jaakuna could just let her do it this time around. She would pull away just to request, no not request. It was more than that. She was pleading with him to stay by her side.

Jaakuna smiled to Emiri. “Of course. I’ll stay by your side always.” Jaakuna said, laying there, looking at her.

He probably could say more, but why would he need to? He had said all he needed to say. She wanted him to stay by her side and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. He didn’t even want to move from the current position he was in. Just looking at her in the way that she is made him happy. Even if they were not to move from this position all night, Jaakuna wouldn’t care. To have her like this, it truly made him love her even more than he already did as his eyes and smile would make that perfectly clear and known.

That was all she wanted and needed to hear. She looked at him, almost admiring his features as if it were the first time she got to properly look at him. She studied his face carefully, concentrating on every inch of it. From his eyelashes to his nose, to his lips, though her eyes did pause there for a moment. She didn't even know what she was doing, she was just acting without thinking for the moment. Just for a moment, she wanted to forget everything else and focus only on him. No thinking about anything else, just him and her right now. She placed a finger on his lips, tracing them lightly. She smiled, taking her finger off and replacing them with her own lips, giving him a deep kiss. It was actually nice to be able to give him one, she knew she had been on the receiving end for a while now.

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Nadeline let out a cheer as Wesley would agree to meet her mother. Now she was more excited than worried. That and Grant telling her that she had gotten better definitely lightened the mood. Grant couldn't help but chuckle at her cheering, though he was somewhat surprised by Wesley's question. He had assumed Nadeline would have told him all about Lorenzo and Karolina, though it seemed like his was her first time mentioning them. Understandable, given the circumstances. Nadeline stopped cheering for a moment to think, trying to remember what the doctor said. "From what I know, it's something genetic among the Rosenburg family line." She said slowly, looking to Grant for help.

"It weakens the immune system, making the person susceptible to fall ill much more commonly, though I know Lorenzo has mentioned that she is anemic as well, so the combination of the two makes things difficult for her." Grant told Wesley. "I know that was one of her main concerns when she became pregnant with Nadeline, she was afraid she was going to pass the illness onto her." He informed both of them this time. "Recently she has been regaining strength. Of course, there are periods of time when she's confined to bed rest, so it is something that comes and goes as it pleases."

Nadeline nodded, placing her hands on her cheeks. "Mother is one of the most beautiful women in Rozarria, and I do not exaggerate this! She gets pale when she is sick, but I think it makes her look even more feminine!" She gushed happily, letting out a dreamy sigh. "Most everyone says that it's difficult to believe that she is commonborn. Now that I think about it, her and Aunt Justine are both very beautiful." She then grinned, letting out a haughty laugh. "No wonder Emi and I came out so lovely~"

Grant raised both his eyebrows at that last statement, though he did agree somewhat.

When Nadeline would begin to answer Wesley’s question about her mother’s illness. It seemed that she didn’t have the specifics, but Grant would step in on that department. Wesley listened to Grant and soon he began to feel really bad for both of them. He could handle it if his own mother was in that condition. Wesley just now realized how strong Nadeline and Grant really are. For them to not be broken and down cause of her mother and his sister is amazing. Grant would finish and say that she was getting better on some days.

Wesley would speak about it, but Nadeline would just go on to say how her mother is one of the most beautiful woman of all in Rozarria and then she would make a comment on how her and Emiri are lucky. Wesley chuckled at that. “Ah yes, I would be inclined to agree with you, Nadeline.” Wesley chuckled nervously, knowing that Grant would no doubt shoot him a ‘I’m watching you’ look. Wesley would cough slightly. “Your Aunt Justine is Emiri’s mother, correct?” He asked Nadeline.

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She would look at him some more and he would do the same to her. She would then take her index finger and trace it along his lip. Jaakuna would just look at her while she did this. Then, as she would take away her finger away from his lips, she would then replace it with hers as a deep kiss was planted. Jaakuna had given these kinds of kisses for a while now, so it was weird for him to be on the opposite end of it. Not like it was a bad kind of weird. He felt relaxed, he felt happy. The fact that she was the one kissing him meant a whole lot to Jaakuna. Maybe others would see it as him being too submissive, but he saw it as her finally realizing the he’s the one for her. Jaakuna had known she was the one for him, but now she returned the favor truly. In a response to her kissing him, Jaakuna wrapped his arms gently her lower back. He wouldn’t tug her closer or anything. It was just something that felt completely natural. He would let her take charge this time.

Grant immediately shot Wesley a look, though he received a cough and was notified that he got the message. Nadeline seemed to miss this (as she had a tendency to miss a lot of things) and nodded at Wesley. "That's right." She hesitated slightly as Grant now shot her a look. She was treading on some dangerous territory right there. "Though...I wouldn't say I know her too well. Aunt Justine...I would ask Emi about her." She said quietly, going over to Grant and pouring herself a cup of tea. "I do know...that...that she is a very strict woman. I remember she would often scold us anytime we weren't paying attention, she used to be our tutor...though after that they separated our studies.That was when Aloa was brought it to be my tutor. I felt bad..."

Grant let out a sigh, knowing Wesley would probably be curious. "For your sake, I hope you never meet the woman. You think I'm bad? She's worse." He stated simply, though he meant every word of it. Nadeline nodded in agreement as she sipped her tea. "She wanted desperately to get into the nobility, and believe me when I say she stopped at nothing to get it. You have her to thank for Emiri and my previous engagement. Though I do remember that before I left Rozarria, she was trying to get Andre--Emiri's father--to become a Duke. I wonder if she succeeded."

Nadeline felt somewhat uncomfortable now. She cleared her throat somewhat, placing her now finished cup in the sink. "Why don't we call it a night? It's been a long day." She said, letting out a small yawn. "I'll show you to your room, Grant. Unless you'd like to, Wesley?"

It’s been five hours since Vincent had ordered the killing of Emiri, Jaakuna, Grant, Wesley, and Nadeline. When he did, Levi was the one that would respond to that very order and sadly for her, she did not succeed. She of course got a head and a half chewed out of her from Vincent. He was not happy, and she knew he wouldn’t be. He was severely angry when he initially gave off the order, so this failing of her just added to that. Levi would take it all in silence. She would not speak unless she needed to. When he was indeed chewing her out, Levi could only think about how she was going to catch her prey. Once Vincent had finished giving her an earful, he dismissed her harshly. Of course she bowed to him and left.

After Levi left Vincent, she was approached by First Judge Hamut. “Can I help you, Judge Hamut?” Levi asked looking to him as she was outside of Vincent’s office.

‘Walk with me.” He said motioning her to follow him.

Levi would follow him without question. She did wonder what the First Judge would want with her. According to everyone else in Archadia, they viewed Levi as a snake, which is a compliment to her, actually. Levi uses the title of being a snake to her advantage. No one would know when she’ll double-cross someone or not. Though, as she followed Hamut, she would be led to a room just a floor down from the Seventh Floor — or also known as the floor that Vincent’s Office is at.

As she would enter it, the room itself was decorated with the top-of-the line Archadian design. The walls were plastered with a glorious and radiant blue and gold paint, laced with the Archadian Imperial Army Emblem throughout the room. The floor was graced with red and gold carpeting, drapes hung from the ceiling of royal blue and gold color with tassels hanging from the bottom of it. Furniture wise, there was desk near the balcony and several chairs were spread across the room. There were a few tables to go with those chairs.

When Levi was led in by Hamut, she could see that she was not the only one in the room. Also, she saw Forth Judge Magister Isaiah Ixion Darcone and Second Judge Magister Francis Fenrir Von Sicarius. Now Levi was intrigued. What exactly where four of the five judges doing all gathered together? Even more so, she found herself just wondering why Hamut brought her with him in such a secretive way.

“We’re all here.” Hamut said sitting at the desk.

“So, Hamut, you want to tell us why we’re all gathered here?” Francis said, raising an eyebrow to Hamut.

“I, too am curious grandfather.” Ixion would state.

“Yeah, out with it old man.” Levi pretty much demanded that of Hamut.

Hamut would chuckle and then clear his throat. “Okay then, I guess it’s time I explained myself.” He said as he looked upon the three judges, his single eye looking at them as his head was in a position where his fingers were covering most of it when his head was resting on them “I called you all here simply for one reason. To dethrone my grandson.” Hamut simply state.

Francis and Ixion were in shock. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. “Grandfather, what are you talking about?”

Before Hamut would speak, Levi would just laugh uncontrollably. Her laughs would prompt Francis and Ixion to look back at her with expressions that would say ‘what is so goddamn funny?’ Levi would eventually stop laughing, though near the end of it, she still had slight chuckles. “Do you really need him to explain it any further? The great Hamut wants to plan a coup “ She said as that’s obviously what Hamut was saying.

Francis turned back to Hamut. “Please don’t tell me you’re serious, Brandon? Surely you jest.” Francis was in a bit of disbelief.

Hamut laughed at Francis’ words. “I’m sure I don’t. My grandson Vincent has ruled far too long and I, for one, am not going to sit idly by while he runs my country to the ground.” Hamut stated as he stood up.

Ixion was still in a bit of disbelief, even more so than Francis. He just couldn’t believe what his grandfather was saying. Even after hearing his reasoning, how would it even happen? Even more so, who would rule in Vincent’s place. It was all just too much for Isaiah to handle. “Please, Grandfather, you must rethink--”

“I most certainly will not! I am tired of my foolish grandson making all the wrong decisions. Archadia has been driven in the wrong direction for so long. It’s time that we Judges finally stand up for our beliefs.” Hamut stated.

Ixion understood what his grandfather was talking about, but he didn’t like it.

Levi stepped forward. “I don’t care about your reasoning for doing this. I’m already in.” Levi said smiling.

Francis looked to Levi with a glare of sorts, then turning back to Ixion as he would see the confused look on the boy. Francis then thought about how this could go — both north and south — and it all could just be interesting. Then, he would turn his gaze to Hamut. “Should Isaiah and myself agree to do this, how do you plan we go about it and who would you have rule in his place? It is my understanding that the only people who could are Vincent’s older brother, Jackson and his much older half-brother, Roman — both of which are going to be difficult to persuade, mainly Jackson.” Francis stated.

Hamut smirked. “You’re very informative, Francis. You’re right on all counts. Those are the only two who can step up to the plate. And yes, you’re right about Jackson being a bit difficult, but Roman would be easier I think. It’ll be easier once I inform him myself about everything.” Hamut said.

Francis smiled. He didn’t think Hamut had thought of everything. “It seems you indeed have taken this all into consideration.” He said, “very well then, I will too join in on this, as I am also growing tired of your grandson’s idiotic actions.” Announced Francis as he pretty much said he’s in on the coup.

Hamut was pleased. He turned his attention to his grandson in the room. “Isaiah, you’re the only one who has yet to agree. This cannot happen unless you’re on board too.” Hamut stated.

Ixion was still divided on joining in. On one hand, he wanted his cousin out of power, but at what cost? He did love Vincent cause he was family, but he didn’t want him to be dethroned just like it was nothing. There’s also the matter of recent events and how he found out that there’s a slim chance of his Uncle Simon being alive. The pressure was on Ixion to do what it appeared to be the right thing at the moment. He didn’t know what to do.

Hamut could see the trouble in the boy’s eyes. He would speak on that. “I know you’re confused, but this IS for the best. It’s better for you, for me, for everyone in this room, and for your country. “ Hamut said.

Ixion now felt so pressured into doing it, but he had no choice. “Fine, I’m in.” He said agreeing, though there was still some reluctance in his voice.

“Good, now we’ll start by purposely failing at any task that Vincent will give any of us.” He said, “But for now, we depart and pick things up tomorrow. Understood?”

Everyone gave a nod to Hamut as they each would depart from the room and Hamut would stay in it. “Soon everything will go according to plan.”

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The morning was here and boy was it early. In Jaakuna’s room, there laid Emiri and Jaakuna — under the covers and cuddled up to each other. They were facing each other, wrapped in each other’s arms. Bodies were so close to each other that their heads were nearly against each other. Their lips were actually pressed against each other. If someone were to walk in, they would only see from their arms and up as they were both under the covers. As they laid there, Jaakuna slowly woke up, blinking his eyes a few times and there he saw Emiri. He dared not move. He did not want to move from this current position. Even if he wanted to, he would probably wake up Emiri on the slightest movement. So, he was definitely stuck for the time being.

Meanwhile, down below, everyone was just getting situated to the morning light. They would each find themselves waking up at different times and in different ways. Wesley didn’t know about the others, but it would seem he was the first one to be awake. So, like the day previous, he would start by making some coffee, prepared a good breakfast that included Cockatrice Eggs(fried), Dire Wolf Steak(medium rare), Wild Wheat Bread(butter on the side), Viera Potatoes(from the Viera homeland, and an assortment of chopped fruit. No doubt the smell would bring everyone to the kitchen.]

As everything was happening, at the Medic Bay, Savayna found herself waking him. After a full day of being out of action, she was finally at full strength and she found herself allured by a familiar smell. She plopped up from the bed she was on and groggily walked her way to the kitchen. It would only take her a good five or so minutes to walk to the kitchen, but before she could even get to the kitchen she would bump into some one. That woke her up. “Oh, sor--” When she looked up at who it was, her eyes widened, fists clenched up into balls. “YOU!!!” She shouted as she threw her left arm up to his face and POW! Right in the kisser it went.