“[color=lightblue]There you go being corny again.[/color]” Savayna quipped, dusting herself off as she rose to her feet, involuntarily, mind you.

Savayna looked around. What a mess the place looked while she was, for a lack of better words, dead. The temple had a giant hole in it. Soldiers of the Brotherhood who seemed to gather back were looking at Savayna as if she were a ghost. When she would step forward, they flinched, and ran away like little girls. While she found it weird, she cocked a smirk.

“[color=lightblue]I guess nearly dying made me scary.[/color]” Savayna commented. She would be lying if she didn't say that she liked the way it made her feel seeing those Brotherhood mages and soldiers cower in fear of Savayna the Undying. 

She looked at her new ring. It was shiny. And looked expensive. It was nothing like the ring that Jaakuna gave her, or the ring that Vincent had given her. It had rare stones in it that Savayna had no doubt was magicite from those magicite mines that Rozarria has. Those sneaky fucks. The craftsmanship was something else to be admired. 

Though she smiled, she remembered Grant’s words about them: it was woven with his mother’s love. Even though she wanted to make a joke, she didn’t necessarily feel in the mood to do that, not when she looked at Grant’s face. “[color=lightblue]Grant, do you not know anything about women? We cherish jewelry above a lot of things. No way I’m letting this thing get damaged.[/color]” Savayna laughed, nudging Grant’s shoulder. As she would continue, she saw a body just a mere five paces away. “[color=lightblue]Wait is that —[/color]” As Savayna walked, she confirmed it in her mind. “[color=lightblue]You son of a bitch![/color]” Savayna shouted, turning around to Grant, “[color=lightblue]]you went up and killed that bitch Leviathan without my permission![/color]” Savayna stormed to Grant, getting real close to his face. “[color=lightblue]After all the times she demeaned me and everyone else, you selfishly maimed her.[/color]” Savayna spoke in loud, threatening tones.

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Jaakuna would simply listen to Lorenzo speak. Though that idea of going guns and fists-blazing sounded appealing - more so than risking his life fighting the Hell Wyrm - he would also factor in about how them getting arrested didn’t really make a lot of sense. As Lorenzo would point out, leaving Reia in the hands of Hamut(not confirmed, but Jaakuna suspected his grandfather was behind it), it didn’t seem to benefit them in any way.

“[color=mediumslateblue]But listen to what you’re saying! You want to fight what is possibly the strongest monster in Archadia’s entirety! And who is going to fight this beast? Two princes and a lowly thief?[/color]” Lannit, though he had accepted the fate, still complained.

“[color=ed1c24]Oh come now, Lannit, where’s your sense of adventure? Surely a man with two fists can accomplish anything. Besides,[/color]” Jaakuna ran his finger across his philtrum, “[color=ed1c24]we got the power of Belias, the Gigas on our side.[/color]”

“[color=mediumslateblue]Right,[/color]” Lannit feigned confidence, “[color=mediumslateblue]and that Gigas of yours is of what element?[/color]” Lannit asked briefly, “[color=mediumslateblue]oh right, it’s fire -just like the Hell Wyrm.[/color]”

Jaakuna had to admit that he did have a point. “Regardless, we have no choice.”

“[color=edbc64]Lannit, stop bitching, and be a man.[/color]” Wendy would say harshly, her voice striking a fear into Lannit that Jaakuna had not seen since she caught him cheating on her with her sister.

Lannit propped up. “[color=mediumslateblue]Fine. Let’s do this.[/color]” Lannit said, proceeding to stand, and head for the door.

“[color=ed1c24]First thing’s first![/color]” Jaakuna said, “[color=ed1c24]Wendy![/color]”

“[color=edbc64]Yes?[/color]” She shot Jaakuna a curious glance. 

“[color=ed1c24]You got anything to eat? I’m hungry like a mother-fucker.[/color]”

And it was like that where all intensity was replaced with sighs all around, though Wendy would smirk as she stood up. Jaakuna would see her go to the kitchen, presumingly to make some food for the guys.
[hr]

Since Wesley had opened his eyes a few minutes ago, he was awoken to the sound of Nadeline calling his name, as well as the repeated shrugs by a few knights of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca. They seemed to be pleased with seeing him, so much so that they sacrificed their rations to make sure that both he and Nadeline had been hydrated enough to make the trek back to Dalmasca.

As much as Wesley wished to refuse them, he couldn’t. He couldn’t refuse these brave men who had a noble quest of seeking out survivors of the many airships that went down in the area. They couldn’t abandon their sworn duty as knights of Dalmasca, not when their own prince was one of those survivors. So, of course Wesley accepted their escort with the honor of the royal family of Alexander.

And when they would arrive at the gates of Rabanastre, Wesley had stepped off the horse that he was riding with Nadeine on the one next to it. As he helped her down, Wesley would watch as the gates opened. He squeezed Nadeline’s hand tighter than he realized. His heart was pounding, as if threatening to beat out of his chest, and he was uncharacteristically shaking. Whether that was from the excitement of being back home or it was the anxiety he felt of being back home, remained to be seen. All one could be sure of was that Wesley was shaking regardless.