Nadeline felt extremely guilty upon asking, seeing as how truly, everyone had suffered. No, they were still suffering. What could she even say or do? Despite their reluctance to speak on it, she knew they needed to be addressed. At the risk of earning another round of glares (Emiri outright looked like she wanted to maim her in particular) she decided to give an idea. She cleared her throat, hoping to get everyone's attention. "[b]It is often best believed that problems are best solved by talking about them.[/b]" She told the group as a whole, though when she received several looks, she waved her hands anxiously. "[b]Not here, in front of everyone...maybe in private...if you feel like it.[/b]" She hastily corrected herself, as Emiri looked ready to rip her head off. "[b]I mean I'm here, too, I suppose.[/b]" She shrugged, if only to alleviate Emiri's rather scathing glare.

At this point, Emiri decided that she had enough. She pushed her seat back, standing up and simply walking out. Talking about it? No way. They'd think she was crazy. Grant watched her rather abrupt departure, rubbing the back of his neck. "[b]Ah...perhaps some time to properly adjust and digest...though you are right.[/b]" He offered, not wanting to hurt her feelings. And she was right. Bottling it up would just make it worse. "[b]For now, we should just...relax for a moment.[/b]"