[i]"[b]What does it mean to lose?[/b]"

The question had come somewhat out of the blue. As the pair sat in Emelia's room, sitting side by side on her bed, she had decided to ask him a question. Grant frowned slightly, though it was not out of displeasure, rather being one of thoughtfulness. He stared at the wall for a moment, thinking carefully. Emelia didn't expect her question to warrant such effort. There had been nothing for the pair to do; the wedding rehearsal was said and done, every detail had been taken care of, and all that was left was, well, the actual wedding. Still, it had to be postponed for another few days, though this was somewhat of a relief as now everyone could scrutinize over every little detail for the millionth time. Emelia didn't care much, but she found herself thinking. She decided to ask Grant; he was one of the few she could ask things and not get scolded for it.

"[b]Well.[/b]" Grant started slowly, lightly scratching his head. "[b]It means...something you used to have is no longer in your possession. Though that isn't to say it is just physical. You can lose a lot of things that you cannot grasp. Memories, emotions, sense of self...[/b]"

She nodded politely. "[b]Anything? Is that why people are so afraid of losing things?[/b]"

"[b]Of course. Losing things is much too easy.[/b]" He admitted. "[b]Recovering them is often a very long and arduous process. Even gaining things isn't too easy...that's why people treasure them.[/b]" He would take her hand as he spoke, his thumb lightly running over her engagement ring. "[b]That is why we value the things we do. People rage, drown in sorrow, their hearts ache when they lose precious things.[/b]"

She looked at him, violet eyes on gold for a moment. "[b]Ii don't...think I have ever really lost anything too important.[/b]"

Grant smiled, lightly kissing her. "[b]I hope you and I never have to experience that.[/b]"[/i]

A surging pain jolted Emiri awake, causing her alarm. She let out a somewhat muffled cry of pain, grasping her head. Every part of her body felt the pain this time, and not just her head. She panicked slightly, still half asleep and unaware that she was no longer dreaming--or rather, no longer remembering her past. After a moment, the pain ceased, leaving the brunette gasping for air somewhat. She felt like an immense weight had been pressing against her chest. She was terrified. Another moment passed, her breaths now even and her body now calmer, though her mind was still hazed somewhat. She let out a low groan, absolutely hating herself. Lola's touch was like a ghost on her body, and nothing she did or thought could erase it.

She sat up, her hair threatening to free itself from her ponytail. After Jaakuna had left, the group went to bed wordlessly. It had truly been a day from hell. She considered sleeping alone and even went to the empty room, but after tossing and turning for a while she found herself going to Jaakuna's room anyway. He was so still, she didn't know if he was even asleep or awake. She did remember wrapping her arms around him, whispering that she loved him over and over and over, as if that would somehow make him better. It was so stupid. He didn't need to hear her stupid words, he needed real help. Maybe in some way it had been a way to comfort herself more than him.

The brunette let out a long sigh, brushing her hair off her face. She was drenched in a cold sweat. It was then that she realized how quiet it was. Normally with all her thrashing and crying she would have woke Jaakuna up. Actually, he was always up before she was. Only then did it hit her to look to his side of the bed, and she realized he was gone. Her heart froze for a moment, not believing her eyes. "[b]Jaakuna.[/b]" She stated breathlessly, as if saying his name would summon him. No, no, why wasn't he here? "[b]Jaakuna...[/b]" She repeated, tears in her eyes. After another second her body acted without her input. She practically threw off her sheets, ripping her dress off from last night and pulling on [url=http://images.swimwear365.co.uk/is/image/OttoUK/355w/Beachtime-Purple-Fitted-Waist-Summer-Dress~678349FRSP.jpg]the first dress she saw[/url]. After hastily stuffing her feet into her boots and getting cut in the process (her dagger was still inside and she didn't bother taking it out) she ran out of Jaakuna's room.

He was in the kitchen. The dining room. The lounge. The medic bay. No, no, no, and no; Emiri searched the entire ship rather frantically, her panic only rising as she checked each room. Her footsteps running through the halls would catch Nadeline's attention, and the sleepy princess forced herself out of bed to check what was happened. As she exited her room, Emiri nearly crashed into her. "[b]Emi, dear, what is--[/b]" She asked groggily, though she was cut off.

"[b]Jaakuna--he--he's not here![/b]" Emiri squeaked, her voice cracking slightly, though before Nadeline could react the brunette nearly shoved her to the side.

"[b]Jaakuna? Wait![/B]" That certainly woke the princess up, though before she could act Emiri had already beamed out of the Ifrit, no doubt to look for the missing Jaakuna. "[b]Oh for the love of--[/b]" She huffed, irritated though she immediately began to bang on everyone's doors. Grant was the first out, wide awake and alarmed. "[b]Jaakuna is missing, everyone get up![/b]' Nadeline hollered, banging on Wesley's door.

"[b]What? Where could he have gone?[/b]" Grant asked, eyes wide.