"[b][color=fdc68a]I would say the same, though our reunion would prove that both groups have much to share,[/color][/b]" Nadeline stated, frowning as she looked at her father. "[b][color=fdc68a]You went with them as well, Father?[/color][/b]"

"[b][color=f26522]Actually, I would think it's time for a little break,[/color][/b]" Lorenzo winked at Nadeline, lightly patting her head. "[b][color=f26522]You look beat, and if this is how you look, I can't imagine how Wesley, Savayna, and Grant look.[/color][/b]"

"[b][color=fdc68a]A break? Father, there is no time for rest![/color][/b]" Nadeline insisted, lightly stomping her foot. "[b][color=fdc68a]Zodiark is now out on the loose now that I have Ultima, and what's more, I must know whether or not a possible war is on the horizon![/color][/b]"

Lorenzo strode over to his daughter, getting down on one knee before her. "[b][color=f26522]I get it. Really, I do. But there's not much you can do, once that adrenaline of yours wears off you're going to end up flat on your butt.[/color][/b]"

Emiri lightly rubbed her arm. "[b][color=f6989d]He's right, Naddie. We can just talk and catch up...no need to go running off so soon, right?[/color][/b]"

Nadeline immediately took note that Emiri lacked her wreath. Had the process of recovering her memories been completed? So much had happened, she had nearly forgotten. Maybe it really was best that they compare notes first. Letting out a small sigh of defeat, the princess would clap her hands. Two maids would come through the door, bowing deeply to their mistress. "[b][color=fdc68a]Prepare my room for five guests, we will be holding a meeting there.[/color][/b]" She ordered. The maids would bow and take their leave as Nadeline flipped her hair. "[b][color=fdc68a]Rest will come once we have told each other our stories. Much has happened, and we learned something very important today.[/color][/b]"

Lorenzo nodded, though he would stop Emiri from walking for a moment. "[b][color=f26522]Best thing to do is talk it out, I have my own things to take care of, starting with our little treasure.[/color][/b]" He stated, rummaging through his pockets. "[b][color=f26522]It would be a good idea to tell each other everything. Including our more shameful moments.[/color][/b]" He would place her hair tie in her hand, earning him a gasp.

"[b][color=f6989d]This is...![/color][/b]" Emiri's eyes widened considerably.

He would grip her shoulder, though he released it. "[b][color=f26522]I hope that rage of yours has settled. The only thing getting angry is going to accomplish is hurting yourself or someone close to you. Remember that.[/color][/b]" He warned her, and after giving Jaakuna a wink, Lorenzo would take his leave.

Nadeline raised an eyebrow at her father, though she would turn her attention instead to Grant, who had finally caught up. Before he could speak, Nadeline would walk past him. "[b][color=fdc68a]Come now, Grant, we will be gathering at my guest quarters. Do try to keep up, will you?[/color][/b]"

"[b][color=f6989d]Are you alright?[/color][/b]" Emiri asked him as she would tie her hair back into her usual ponytail.

Grant let out an irritated huff. "[b][color=92278f]I think Nadeline's managing to wear me out worse than Ultima did.[/color][/b]"

After regrouping and navigating the castle, the group would end up once more in Nadeline's room, albeit in her guestroom as opposed to her actual sleeping chambers. Grant's mouth would water as he would spot an assortment of snacks and food, though he managed to remain composed as he would take his seat next to Savayna. Nadeline would sit on one of her armchairs, perching herself daintily. He had to give her credit, she never once stopped looking like royalty, not even for a second. 

Once Emiri was seated, she caught Nadeline staring at her. "[b][color=f6989d]What's wrong?[/color][/b]" She asked.

"[b][color=fdc68a]I was wondering...if you remembered us after all.[/color][/b]" Nadeline replied quietly, a small frown on her face. "[b][color=fdc68a]So much has happened, I would like to think that finally, we are all together--each whole--again.[/color][/b]"

Grant seemed to agree with her. "[b][color=92278f]Though I must ask, what bid you to return to Stigma?[/color][/b]" He asked Emiri and Jaakuna.

Emiri lowered her gaze, placing her hands on her lap. "[b][color=f6989d]Jaakuna told me...about the explosion. I didn't know what had happened to my parents, so we came. But my mother...Justine is dead.[/color][/b]"

Nadeline sat up immediately, clutching at her chest. "[b][color=fdc68a]Say it isn't so! Aunt Justine...[/color][/b]" Nadeline would sit back in her seat, clearly in shock. "[b][color=fdc68a]That is...my condolences, Emiri.[/color][/b]"

Grant never disliked Justine, though he was well aware of her somewhat strained relationship with her daughter. He closed his eyes for a moment, though would open them once more. "[b][color=92278f]And what of Lord Andre?[/color][/b]" He asked, a little afraid of the answer.

"[b][color=f6989d]Papa is...alive. If barely...[/color][/b]" Emiri stated somewhat bitterly, grasping her dress. If only she could help him...why did they stop her?

Nadeline let out a sigh of relief, though she would look out the nearby window. "[b][color=fdc68a]How dreadful...so the silence outside was one of grieving. Mother must be at a loss...[/color][/b]" She would then turn her attention back to Jaakuna. "[b][color=fdc68a]Then how did you end up leaving with my father?[/color][/b]"