Just a dream, huh? Yes, that was right. That had just been a figment of her imagination, that much she understood. Then why did it make her feel so uneasy? Jaakuna was right: yesterday had been one hell of a day. And as he kissed her, for a brief moment, she recalled when Grant kissed her. She felt so guilty, so terrible, she wished it would just go away. Yet when he kissed her again, she could feel some of her uneasiness go away. She was safe. As long as Jaakuna was around, she would be safe. He wasn't like Grant. He wasn't like him at all--he would never do anything to hurt her, right? As he suggested their next action, she contemplated the options. She had no idea what time it was, but if Nadeline had yet to kick down the door to wake her up, she was sure it couldn't be too late.

Emiri stretched her arms out, letting out a little squeal of pleasure as she felt her shoulders unstiffen slightly. She then put a hand on her shoulder, looking at Jaakuna. She didn't feel much like getting up. With a small yawn, she plopped back down on the bed, laying on her back. [i]Yesterday, huh?[/i] She didn't want to beat a dead horse, but there were two things they still had to talk about. Well, technically one thing, the other one was something she needed to say to him. Taking in a deep breath, she put her arm over her eyes, covering them.

"[b]I have to ask. Did you really...did you really kill your father...for her?[/b]" She spoke. "[b]I mean it's...none of my business, but I thought I would ask.[/b]"