Emiri watched Jaakuna, slightly concerned. Did he even hear her? It was then that he started shaking. That couldn't possibly be good. "[b]Jaakuna?[/b]" She asked him worriedly, though he didn't respond. In fact, he got worse. "[b]Jaakuna?! Jaakuna![/b]" She grabbed his shoulders, trying to calm him down, though her own voice was probably sounding panicked. She felt her heart drop--what had happened? What did she say? What should she do? Should she get Nadeline? All the questions in her head were starting to make her panic too. No, no, she needed to fix him--now. [i]Oh dear gods--[/i] Too late, she was definitely panicking now. "[b]Jaakuna! I'm--I'm right here![/b]" She half yelled, half pleaded. She didn't even notice she was shaking him, and before she knew it, she raised her hand and smacked him once as hard as she could. "[b]Jaakuna![/b]"

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The whole thing had started as a light joke--she couldn't see a single flaw in Wesley if she wanted to--but the next thing she knew, he had pulled her to him, and at the moment, the two were merely inches away from one another's face. He could probably hear her heart beating like crazy. It was definitely unexpected, she had no idea what to make of it. Once again Nadeline found herself quite literally swept off her feet by him. She didn't even remember what they were doing, only that she and him were in the same room alone. She couldn't hide her blush, and it crept up onto her cheeks and flared something fierce. "[b]That would certainly be unpredictable.[/b]" She found herself saying, almost in a whisper, as if it was something forbidden. The entire thing felt so out of place. But...she liked it. She didn't know if it was because he was the one doing it or because of the way he was looking at her. She bit her lip lightly, though she did raise a hand to his face. No thinking. No rationality. She reached in and lightly kissed him.

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It was a little sad to hear that Savayna wasn't on good terms with her family. It just seemed like something foreign to him; he had always gotten along well with everyone...well, until they all started to change. Still, he was glad she shared it with him. It was then that she asked if he had ever been in love. For the first time in a long time, Grant actually let out a laugh, a small, short laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. "[b]Apparently, no. I thought I loved Emelia--Emiri. Years I thought that she and I were meant to be, even if she hadn't quite seen it.[/b]" He shook his head at his gun, though he continued to polish it.

 "[b]The truth of the matter was that I never did love her. I loved the idea of her--she used to be so docile, so obedient, so...controllable. After she and I met for the first time, my mother passed away from an illness. Shortly after our engagement, my father was murdered by my older brother. All these people taken away from me, all the things I wanted slipping out of my hands...but I could control Emiri. I could make her do whatever, tell her to do something and she would do it without so much as a question. And eventually, she began to despise me for it. We fought. And she was right. All I wanted to do was control her, it wasn't love at all.[/b]" He realized he had gotten off topic at this point. "[b]So no. Not yet, at least.[/b]" He murmured.

He stopped polishing his gun and let out a sigh. He then looked at Savayna again. He supposed now was as good a time to ask. "[b]You...don't still have feelings for...Jaakuna...do you?[/b]"