Nadeline's eyes widened as she hit the ground, though she was just as shocked as she would repeatedly hit it. One, two, three, four--though her head wouldn't hit the ground, Savayna still had her by the throat. She could see her father attempting to pull Savayna away from her, though he lacked the strength. As she felt Savayna's grip tighten, she looked straight at her, not knowing what to do or say. Pretentious? Was that what she was? Was this what she deserved for abandoning Wesley? It wasn't until Grant ran in, and together he and Lorenzo finally yanked Savayna away from Nadeline did her brain kick in what exactly had happened. 

"[color=darkorange]]Are you alright?[/color]" Lorenzo asked his daughter worriedly. Her hand touched her neck, Savayna's nails leaving several scratches on it, though she didn't respond. "[color=darkorange]Say something, you're scaring me.[/color]"

Grant glared at Savayna. "[color=darkorchid]Savayna! What the [i]fuck[/i] is wrong with you?![/color]" Grant yelled at her. 

"[color=darkorange]Calm down, Grant,[/color]" Lorenzo told him. "[color=darkorange]The last thing we need is another fight between us.[/color]"

Another? Nadeline looked at Lorenzo, though it then dawned on her. She coughed slightly, though she looked at Grant. "[color=coral]It's...fine. I'm sorry...[/color]" She mumbled.