Awkward couldn't begin to describe the trip back to the Ifrit. It wasn't enough that the day had been horrible, the night had been ruined and now that all the adrenaline was gone, Emiri felt downright miserable. How and when did things escalate to the way they were now? Why did these things have to happen? It was one thing after another, no breaks in-between. It was as if some malevolent force was behind all this, torturing them unneededly just to see who would crack first. It was just too cruel. As they sat around the table, the silence felt suffocating. Her head hurt; now that she was calm, her little stunt with Lola caught up to her, it seemed. Then Jaakuna would announce that he would leave, and as she connected eyes with him, she just didn't know what to say. She wanted to cry, though.

"[b]Left? Left where? Isn't this your airship?[/b]" Grant asked, earning him two slaps on the back of his head. "[b]Ow![/b]"

"[b]Don't be ridiculous, Jaakuna.[/b]" Nadeline would tell him, though she would admittedly come out rather strong as a result of her anger. "[b]This is not an issue you can take on alone. We are your friends and allies, we won't abandon you in your time of need.[/b]" She said, looking at the rest of the group. "[b]We can overcome this together.[/b]"

"[b]For now, could we please...please just call it a night?[/b]" Emiri asked, though it came out more like something between a beg and a plea. "[b]I can't even think right now.[/b]" She admitted, her head aching something fierce now.