Jax listened quietly, her head aching as she was chastised by Roxas. She immediately felt like an ass. She was never good at arguing with someone. Fighting yes..but it wasn't in her nature to be an asshole, or at least a good asshole. She remained silent at the mention of his friend dying knowing he was right. She knew the statistics. Around 5% of magic-users could claim to be demonologists, and around 4% died at the age of 28. Most not finding a partner and turning dark, whilst the others losing control of their demons. She was playing with fire every time she released one of those fucking bastards. She remained quiet as Ophelia overtook the conversation fading into the background. She promised herself she would apologize to Roxas later, but for now, she just wanted to go home. She was paler than before, her expression turning wary.

She saw Ophelia come and whisper something in her ear and nodded feeling that at least she owed Roxas that, and Morthos to. She looked up at Morthos as he gave her the, "What's happening" look. She blinked,"You are both invited to dinner." She said matter of factly, "They are going to head out first and yeah I can go at any time."

She lied, knowing the nurse told her to wait until she could get a ride home. Jax groaned moving her legs off the bed as she stood shakily. She threw the ice pack in the sink and hobbled over to grab her scythe with her left. She rolled it over her shoulder wincing as she shoved it into her holster,"If you guys have classes, I can head home by myself. I just have to pick up some potions and I should be fine."

She looked over at the door, hesitating as it seemed fairly far away. She knew she was being stupid, she should ask for help but her pride wouldn't let her.