Wesley was stressed.

It was the understatement of the century, really, and more than obvious. Nadeline was more then positive that he was nodding off to her words out of politeness, though once they had stepped into their cabinet, not even that would remain. He seemed to be deep in thought, all but ignoring anything she was saying to him. Not that she was saying anything important at the moment, but she had hoped she could be a slight distraction for him. She honestly had no idea what to do; despite all her talk about supporting him, what exactly was she supposed to do? Stay by his side and simply nod at every decision? Steer him in the right direction? But what was the right direction? Now that she really thought about it, she was actually at a loss. Despite knowing her whole life that someday she would be married off and live as a queen, now that it was happening, she felt very unsure of herself.

Still, she wasn't about to lose hope just yet. If Wesley was lost, then it was her job to put him on the right path.

Nadeline wandered over to Wesley, placing both her hands on his shoulders. He was tense. Super tense. She would then slide her hands under his coat, the act coming off as slightly sensual, though that wasn't her purpose. Instead she would knead her knuckles onto his stiff shoulder blades, her hands gently massaging his shoulders.

She would lean down, placing a light kiss on his cheek. "[b]It'll be alright,[/b]" She told him quietly, lifting her hands off of him and wrapping them around him. "[b]Whatever you need, I'll be here. Talk to me, what troubles you so?[/b]"

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To say Grant was disappointment would be putting it lightly. He couldn't help but get sulky, doing as Savayna commanded and the ship would start, lifting them above the ground. Pressing a few buttons, the garage door would open, granting him access, and they were off. Lorenzo had worked on it somewhat since they last rode it; the ride seemed much smoother than before, the controls less clunky and more obedient to his commands. He nodded in approval, though as they would soar, he really wanted to know why Savayna was being so moody--rather, more pessimistic than anything. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to ask, and would much rather ride in silence then risk facing her wrath.

A sigh escaped him, entirely on accident, though he figured it was a sign. He would then pull the ship back, and they would come to a temporary halt. He would then turn around to look at Savayna, a very serious look on his face.

"[b][color=purple]If you really don't want to go, I'd rather you say something now,[/color][/b]" He told her, a slight frown on his face. "[b][color=purple]We could just forget about the whole thing and meet Jaakuna in Archades.[/color][/b]"

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Reia looked around curiously, unable to understand anything the pair spoke of. They were two regular peas in a pod, and she could feel a headache coming on already. Lorenzo, on the other hand, was having the time of his life, especially now that he could see his predictions were correct. The magicite definitely had a filter, just as he thought, though it seemed to have been combined with some sort of mechanism. A reader, he guessed, that Iris could read and respond to. It was genius, he was more than sure her calculations could either pump out more power as needed or cool things down and preserve energy. But wouldn't that mean the conductors would have to be especially precise for any sudden changes? Even with top-notch technology that was something to calculate. He ended up craning his neck to get as close a look as possible, only to get pulled back by Reia.

"[b][color=turquoise]Honestly...[/color][/b]" She shook her head at him, pointing at Jaakuna. "[b][color=turquoise]If you have something to ask, say it instead of sticking your head in there![/color][/b]"

"[b]Huh? OH![/b]" Lorenzo raised his hand, as if he was in school. "[b]Say, who built this ship? Are there any blueprints around?[/b]"