Saying you were fine meant that you weren't fine at all, this much Nadeline knew. Still, she didn't want to further upset him, and decided to remain silent as Jaakuna and Wesley spoke. She did perk up slightly at the mention of meeting someone in Rabanastre. She wondered if Aloa and Vlyn were still there or if they had moved on already. The person they were going to meet, she wondered who it could be. Today was full of surprises, it seemed. But as she looked at Jaakuna, she could tell that this little meeting bothered him somewhat. Perhaps it had been a last resort he was somewhat hesitant to take?

Nadeline stood up as well, joining the two, though she was sure Jaakuna would probably leave to sulk some more. What could she even say to him? "[b]What about Ixion?[/b]" She asked slowly, as if her speaking would somehow create a problem.

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Vincent had stood up again, apparently to call a soldier over. Maybe he didn't believe her, but would he really injure one of his men? Her question was quickly answered, and she was sure she would have screamed if she wasn't paralyzed with shock momentarily. He ripped through him far too easily without so much as hesitation on his part. The way no other soldier seemed to so much as cringe or react meant this must have been a somewhat typical thing. This man was truly a monster. Her gaze met his, and she could see his very smug expression, as if he was purposely displaying his power. She was surprised she didn't become startled at his command and she felt very guilty, knowing what happened to the soldier was her fault. 

The brunette looked away from Vincent, though she did rise from her seat. She knelt down next to the surely dying soldier, his blood already reaching her knees and soaking her dress. She was nervous now, if her power failed her she was more than certain she would be next. Furrowing her brow in concentration, she placed one hand over the wound and closed her eyes. She lifted her hand very slowly, concentrating intently. The blood that had been splattered before began to seep back into his body, including the blood that had gotten on her dress. Little by little, it all went back to him, afterwards skin and tissue rebound themselves, and following that the man's clothes and armor were repaired. She opened her eyes, letting out a small sigh as the job was complete. She was relieved: all was well as she had intended.

Emiri looked back at Vincent with clear displeasure. "[b]Satisfied?[/b]" She asked him.