Nadeline took Wesley's hand gladly. After a moment of walking, however, she did recall something. She put on one of her trademark grins, placing her hands behind her head as she looked at Wesley. "[b][color=fdc68a]I wasn't aware you could translate the texts. I'm impressed.[/color][/b]" She admitted rather nonchalantly, quirking an eyebrow at the prince. He spoke about her interest, but she didn't have a clue he was into the same thing. Often the texts were faded and hard to see, so to translate them as he did was a score in her book. Of course normally admitting this was very un-Nadeline-like, but she had to give him something. She made a mental note to start stepping her own game up.

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He was so...different. It was actually rather startling, so to speak. When Jaakuna told Emiri that he wanted to turn himself in, her eyes widened considerably. This was just so unlike him, what could have possibly elicited this sudden change of heart? One minute he's cursing his brother's name and fighting tooth and nail, now he was surrendering? Really? "[b][color=f6989d]I...I don't understand.[/color][/b]" She confessed slowly, trying to see where he was coming from. She actually felt a little hurt, like he was abandoning her. "[b][color=f6989d]I thought we were going to continue together, we can overcome anything if we stick together, remember?[/color][/b]" What happened to doing everything as a team?