Upon hearing the news about how difficult his little sister was doing, Wesley rubbed his temples. On top of everything that was going on right now, Cassandra acting up wasn't something that he needed to be thinking about. It was as if he wasn't around, she would do as she pleased. He didn't believe Nadeline when she told him about how she acted when Emiri informed her thusly, but hearing it from Lorenzo--someone who had been sent on a wild goose chase from her on [i]purpose[/i]--Wesley was more or less convinced that his sister was out of control. 

"[color=fff79a]What am I going to do with her?[/color]" He mused aloud, figuring out his next course of action. 

On one hand, dealing with her sooner rather than later would solve his short-term problem with her, but as soon as he left her alone, the odds of her continuing her current actions were highly likely. There was the option of letting Reia endure her...[i]bitchiness[/i] a little longer until Wesley could figure out a solution. Plus, he really wanted to talk to Nadeline. Lord knows that they haven't had time to really digest all that happened this morning. Not even counting the bit about him being Fandaniel, they still have yet to discuss the matter of her potentially being pregnant.

"[color=fff79a]Lorenzo, do you think you can go keep an eye on Cassandra for me? I'm afraid I can't handle my sister just yet. There are things I need to handle before that.[/color]" Wesley stated, looking at Nadeline. Lorenzo was so dense that he wouldn't think much of it. Usually a negative thing, but in this particular situation, it was a godsend.
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"[color=lightblue]Why are you pointing to your throat? Are you thirsty or something?[/color]" Savayna scratched her heard. She was quite unsure about Grant's motioning. She knew he was trying to tell her something, yet she didn't understand. He would have to make it clearer.

When Savayna was going to say something else, Grant spoke; only that it wasn't his voice. She hadn't heard this voice before—well, that's not exactly true. She had heard it before, but it has been a few months. The voice that came from Grant's mouth was that of Zeromus'. A booming, powerful voice that was only enhanced by Grant's emotive tendencies. He would go on to say that he hadn't been able to talk. And then suddenly the previous hand gesture made sense. He wasn't saying that he was thirsty. He was trying to tell her that he couldn't speak.

"[color=lightblue]That explains why you've been so quiet as of late. You're normally—[/color]" Before Savayna could even get her full thought out, Grant started to lay into her. He began by stating how [i]thrilled[/i] he was for her stomping the hell out of his foot. He'd further state why he had been so distant as of late. Apparently, she had some sort of a meltdown yesterday in Archadia. "[color=lightblue]I did?[/color]" She responded back, looking at him with a blank expression. The last thing she remembered about yesterday was when she apparently woke up. Everything before that had become a blur. Each time she tried to remember it, she got a killer headache. "[color=lightblue]Wait..[/color]"

Savayna was starting to remember something. She definitely saw herself in Archadia yesterday, but when she tried to remember it earlier, that meltdown happened. "[color=lightblue]I think, earlier, I saw something. But..[/color]" It was still fuzzy. As she tried to recall, she got a splitting pain in her head. She grabbed it, wincing briefly. "[color=lightblue]Why? What happened?[/color]" She asked him, curious about what she might've said or done to get him so angry at her. It was obvious, though he was calm now, she did something that hurt him.