Emilia looked to Lystra, saying nothing as she spoke. The girl shook uncontrollably as time went on, glaring at Lystra as she attempted to lighten the mood, taken aback by her distinct lack of emotive display. "W-What?" Emilia sputtered, "Is this funny to you?" Emilia's regret immediately vanished, and he face welled up with anger. The once oblivious girl without a care in the world turned into a spiteful woman, set on figuring out exactly what the hell was going on. She walked past Lystra, glaring at her intensely with tensed brows, but she passed her friend up and starting sprinting after the mysterious stranger that was headed straight for their camp.

	The figure stopped as Emilia grew closer, and turned to face her. His eyes flickered, and the girl stopped, surprised by his strange glowing gaze. She stood several feet away from him, but was too shocked to say anything, especially when he turned around, and she noticed that one of his fists was absolutely covered in blood, along a fair portion of his robe.

	[color=007236]"Yes?"[/color]