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A grunt sounds out from nearby, and it doesn't take Emile too long to locate the source. Having avoided contact with the butler of the mansion Emile was free to roam about the hall, though again she needn't roam far, as the subsequent study which connected to the hall bore fruit to the source of the noise: Grian. He was on his knees, clutching the sides of his head in agony. Emile was horrified. 

[color=deepskyblue]"G-Grian...? You don't look well at all!"[/color] Spoke Emile, stating the obvious. She was in a bit of a fret as to what to do. She wasn't very good at dealing with stressful situations. [color=deepskyblue]"O-oh, uhh, sh-shall I get you a glass of water? Can you stand? G-Grian...?"[/color] She speaks in a gentle tone to try not to make his headache worse. Even as she begins to shake and sweat, Grian's health was her priority. Unfortunately she didn't have a spell capable of healing headaches, and silently curses her inability to properly manifest better yang spells. Getting on her hands and knees to be on his level, Emile looks up at the bigger man with a gentle expression. [color=deepskyblue]"W-would you like me to make you lighter, so I can p-put you down on a chair...?"[/color] She didn't mean to rapid-fire questions at him, but Emile was genuinely worried for Grian's sake. After all, he was the one who took her in and gave her a place to stay, even though she didn't know who she was entirely. It would be the least she could do.