Emiri watched Jaakuna, afraid to take her eyes off of him, as if he'd suddenly leave if she stopped looking at him. It was odd, really. He looked so peaceful, so quiet--it was a look that did not fit him, she decided. She wanted him to open his eyes, to yell and shout, to say stupid things, to fight with everyone--anything. Anything was better then this sleep, this step away from death. She hated it so much. She gingerly took his hand in hers. Perhaps she should have been happy to touch him, but it was like touching the air. The Mist was strong, it reminded her of the Dawn Shard itself. She hated the feeling, and it betrayed her, as if the person before her was someone else entirely.

So much that when Aloa walked in, her shock was a weak one.

The viera promptly ignored all of the reactions at her arrival; after all, it's completely understandable for an enemy to suddenly appear. She raised her hand, signaling silence. She walked through to the comatose Jaakuna, though she noticed Emiri's look at her. "[b]As Rozarria and Archadia have come to a truce, as have I and the princess.[/b]" She spoke, putting her arm down. "[b]He cannot feel your touch. No amount of hand holding will bring him back.[/b]"

She probably would have cried at that point, but she was more preoccupied with what the hell she was doing here. "[b]Aloa can help Jaakuna.[/b]" Nadeline piped up from behind rather cheerfully. Now Emiri was in disbelief, and slightly confused at this point. "[b]Betrayal simply isn't my style, Savayna, I simply do whatever it takes to help my friends. And Aloa is my friend.[/b]" She brightly batted her eyes at the general, waving her words away. "[b]Now hush and let the woman work her magic.[/b]"

The viera held out one finger, tracing something in the air. Mist emanated from her hands, and it went from in front of her to surround Jaakuna. A sort of barrier formed around his body, made entirely of Mist--it reminded Emiri of the Barheim Passage for a moment. It glowed an ethereal red, but it slowly dissipated until only a small orb floated above him. Aloa placed her hand on her chin, clearly intrigued. "[b]To pull him out of this state, someone close to his heart needs to coax him out, so to speak.[/b]" Aloa explained. "[b]The Mist has overwhelmed him. It was foolish to approach the Dawn Shard so recklessly.[/b]"

"[b]What do you mean, 'coax'?[/b]" Emiri asked cautiously.

"[b]Ultimately, it is up to him to return. But at this state, he is not aware that he is asleep. Someone needs to bring him back to reality.[/b]" She let out a sigh, approaching Emiri and taking her hand. "[b]You will have to do. I can only guide you to him, but it will be up to you to find him and...convince him to come back.[/b]" Emiri bit her lip nervously, looking up at the viera. This didn't sound like some simple task at all. "[b]Are you ready?[/b]"

She looked at Jaakuna, and let out a sigh of her own. She didn't like this at all, but she did think that she would do anything to bring him back. Emiri nodded, looking up at the viera. "[b]Of course.[/b]"

"[b]Brace yourself.[/b]" Aloa warned her, and she let go of Emiri's hand. With one finger, she directed the little Mist orb to her finger She then lightly poked Emiri's forehead. As the brunette opened her mouth to ask what she had done, her vision erupted into many colors. She recognized it as Mist, and it overwhelmed her. She felt like she was drowning in it, and soon everything around her had disappeared. It was so hard to move, like she was in a thick muck or water or something. It was hard to describe, but as things got brighter, she closed her eyes. Once she opened them, she had found herself in a completely different place. Was she successful in getting into his subconscious? She assumed so; this place was definitely not the airship. All around here was a red streaked sky, reminiscent of a sunset. The ground beneath her seemed stable enough, but where should she go?

Picking a direction, Emiri began to walk.

On the outside, after Aloa had poked Emiri, she simply closed her eyes, appearing to be asleep as well. Aloa then turned to Nadeline. "[b]It has been done. There is nothing more I can do.[/b]" She stated, flipping her hair. "[b]I will take my leave now. I suggest that in the future, you handle that sword with care. I would have expected better from a descendant of the Dynast King himself.[/b]" She stated, looking at Wesley at this point.