Nadeline's jaw dropped once more, and she was stunned to silence. He didn't need to say more. No, she didn't want him to say anymore. She shifted in her seat, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. It was a foreign feeling for her, really, she was always so composed. Still, this bit of news was...shocking, to say the least. He did say 'if'. As much as things often flew over her head, she wasn't so stupid to miss that. She let out a sigh, leaning back against the wall. "[b][color=fdc68a]Then it's a good thing we're not.[/color][/b]" She stated simply, and left it at that. She couldn't even garner the giddiness to appreciate that Jaakuna had essentially confessed his feelings for Emiri. Speaking of her, why wasn't she saying anything?

The blonde looked over at the brunette, who hadn't moved or said a word despite the argument. Emiri remained staring at the ground blankly. She had perked up slightly at the sound of her name, only to shrink back. Metaphorically speaking, she felt like she was drowning in her own guilt. And she felt tired. Why was she tired? Was it physically or mentally? Nadeline stood up and moved closer to her, lightly tugging at her arm. "[b][color=fdc68a]Emi? Emi darling, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Please, say something.[/color][/b]" Nadeline was surprised when Emiri turned away from her, effectively curling up into a ball. "[b][color=fdc68a]...Emiri?[/color][/b]" Nadeline asked, starting to get worried.