Nadeline finally relaxed somewhat, though she did look around. "[b][color=fdc68a]It's not that she would hide it, I assure you. It's just a very bad part of her life.[/color][/b]" She tried to justify it. "[b][color=fdc68a]And things would get much worse were she to fall in enemy hands. Technically speaking, we have both sides to worry about.[/color][/b]" She then motioned towards the tome. "[b][color=fdc68a]I thank you for your understanding. You're very kind.[/color][/b]" She was about to end it right there, but something else was bugging her. She then recalled that they were probably very close by now. The Ifrit was classified as missing, though that information was strictly under wraps, as was Jaakuna's legal status as a prince. She wanted to pry into it, especially at this 'horrible thing', but for now, she thought it best to lay it to rest. That much, she knew, was not her business.

She leaned back in her seat, lazily taking one of her curls between her fingers. "[b][color=fdc68a]The Tomb of Raithwall...dare I say, I actually look forward to it. Most ships aren't able to bypass Jagd territory.[/color][/b]" She said, though she left it at that as she got up. "[b][color=fdc68a]I got some supplies from Rabanastre, I'll be sure to pack them in my bag. I know some White Magicks as well, but better safe then sorry, right?[/color][/b]"