Emiri couldn't help but be slightly grateful that Jaakuna hadn't pulled away again. He accepted her kiss, to which she was secretly overjoyed. It wasn't like last time, though. He wasn't a stranger, he was her boyfriend and lover. How she found herself longing for this familiarity, this comfort. Admittedly she had missed the emotional connection, but for one reason or another she didn't mind the physical kind either. As if on cue her heart beat faster, an odd nervousness and anxiousness overwhelming her. No words, just actions. She was okay with that.

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As the group walked to the Waystone, Grant couldn't help but wonder about Nadeline's newfound strength. Or rather, the lack of it anyway. It was more than obvious that Nadeline was one of the more...weaker physical fighters. Not that he was one to talk, considering that he wasn't exactly a physical fighter himself. Still, the point was that Nadeline couldn't have possible been able to literally push the door open. As he walked past it he couldn't help but try to push it himself. It was exactly as he had imagined: like trying to shove through a wall. He frowned slightly, though in all honesty he would give up on thinking about it. After all, they shouldn't complain, and no way was he going to walk all the way bak to the Ifrit just to go get Jaakuna to open the gate.

They would gather around the Waystone, and the run would vanish. Nadeline wrinkled her nose slightly, not really missing the mustiness of the inside of Giruvegan. Still, there was work to be done. Withdrawing her sword, Nadeline would lead the way.