Emiri had, once again, shot herself in the foot, it seemed. She silently cursed herself, though let out a somewhat irritated huff at being called stupid. Well, perhaps it was true after all. Once more she had figuratively and maybe somewhat literally had doused a fire with oil. Still, she had somewhat sympathized with him. At the very least she had managed to run from her own engagement. Jaakuna then advanced closer and closer. On a reflex she backed away, but soon she found herself pinned between him and the wall. [i]He's too close. He's way too close...![/i] She felt somewhat feverish at this point, feeling his body pressed against hers.

"[b][color=f6989d]That's...[/color][/b]" Oh no, there it was again, that feeling creeping up on her. She could feel her head swimming as her heart beat faster. Oh no, oh no, she had to stop, she just had to.stop thinking that way. Oh no, she really did like him. She blamed his eyes; they were mesmerizing, and she found herself trapped under his intense gaze. "[b][color=f6989d]I just...I know.[/color][/b]" She lamely tried to explain that she had been in a similar situation, but her mind was like putty. Really, she was being ridiculous! Years of etiquette training all coming crashing down! And yet in a twisted way, as she contemplated his words, she felt herself speak before she thought about it and blurted out, "[b][color=f6989d]Yes. She got to have you after all.[/color][/b]" Her first coherent sentence.

If the gods struck her down now they would be too merciful.