Marianne blinked once, not quite sure what exactly just happened in the span of a mere second. In one moment she was clutching onto her beloved fearless leader’s arm, and the next…well, she was still clinging all right, but now it seemed they were in different locations. Before she knew it, she was sitting down with Jacob and watching him apologize to the Exalt herself, the Princess, and the dirty old man.

Amazing. Struck in awe, she looked up at her fearless leader with a wide crimson eye. Jacob could control time? Either that or he could just run really, really, _really_ fast. Even so, the sheer power displayed when the tactician could exude it surprised her…and she liked it. Giggling, she brought one hand to gently straighten up her slightly disheveled hair before nudging Jacob’s arm again in affection. How she was able to hold on to him during such speedy travel was probably better left to the imagination.

“Fearless leader really is interesting,” she murmured happily, closing her eye and sighing in content. Soon, the others began to file in the dining chamber one by one, though honestly the Dark Mage’s interest was cornered solely on Jacob’s welfare at the moment.

_"Nobody told me we were havin' a feast. What're we havin'?"_

The voice came out of nowhere, and Marianne was snapped out of her addicted daze to see the Regna Ferox man who had yelled at her before now rummage his way in and plop next to the Ylissen Princess without care or regard. Her mouth twitching into a smile, she waved over at him enthusiastically.

“Oh, hello again Mister Yelling Man. You decided to join us after all! It’s really a pleasure to see you again in such short time. As for the dinner, I believe we’re having a coursing of grilled human flesh served with some charred bones? At least, that’s my understanding of all this.”