As Jaakuna leapt forward, Nadeline knew what he was doing. He was a fool after all, but she supposed that's what people did for those they cared about. When she got her chance she grabbed Emiri, pulling her behind her and backing away. As Jaakuna was literally electrocuted, Nadeline had to hold Emiri back as she screamed, "[b][color=f6989d]JAAKUNA![/color][/b]" and the pair watched as he fell to the ground, sparks of electricity around his body. Nadeline pushed Emiri back behind her, grasping her sword as she thought for sure that Ixion would come after them next. Somehow, the gods felt merciful, as apparently, he was called back. As soon as he left, Wesley came through the door. Nadeline felt a pang of guilt as he went to his father, clearly distraught.

"[b][color=f6989d]Jaakuna![/color][/b]" Emiri cried as she dropped down to him, but as she reached out to touch him, she was zapped by static shock. Why, oh why did he do that? Why did he always have to go and play the hero? She gently brushed some of his hair off his face, lamenting her uselessness. Nadeline joined the pair as she knelt down on the other side of Jaakuna, immediately extending her hands over his wound. Her magicks weaved in and out, skin being put back together and Nadeline pushed her magic to go faster. For some reason, her Curaja couldn't keep up with the injury; it was as if Ixion had literally blown a hole into him. Emiri caught wind of this, taking his hand in both of hers. 

[i]Please, please let me save him. I swear it can disappear after this, but please, I need to save him![/i] She prayed hard, clutching his hand tightly. As soon as the wound had been healed, Emiri felt something stir deep inside her. She let out a small gasp, clutching her heart. What in the world was that? Nadeline stopped, watching as the wound reclosed itself. She was in shock, so to speak, and looked up at Emiri. Once the wound was fully healed, she gingerly touched the area. It was as if he was never injured--but how? Her magic was good, but not THAT good. She looked up at Emiri, wondering if she was the one behind it. Still, the wound may have been gone, but he was still badly hurt.

Conjuring up another Curaja, she let it spread over Jaakuna's body and then stood up. She walked over to the distraught prince, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes for just a moment. Right now, he surely needed someone to be strong for him. "[b][color=fdc68a]Forgive us, we arrived too late.[/color][/b]" She apologized softly, looking first at the king, then to Jaakuna, and lastly to Wesley. Their lives were spared, but at what cost?