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[color=turquoise]"Uh...yeah."[/color]

The response was a pathetic one, but admittedly Derec wasn't entirely sure how to reply. Granted, his paranoia had him decidedly on edge, but he supposed so long as his identity was kept under wraps, he would likely be fine. Unfortunately, maybe [i]because[/i] of that, he could just as likely be thrown to the wolves to save the more valuable nobles. That would be extremely convenient to those that saw him as an obstacle, too. Still, he was just as concerned for his friends--teammates? They were more than acquaintances for sure--and their safety. If anyone did try to go after Kellen, at least he was sure he'd intervene in some way or another.

Once Lysander informed Auberon of the invitation, Derec frowned to himself. If the faculty was calm, then they should be, too, right? He pushed those thoughts aside once Auberon gave his last comment on Lienna. At least Kellen was willing to go along with him.

[color=turquoise]"Let's just check up on her, this sort of news could be scary for a girl,"[/color] Derec suggested as he rose from his seat. Nevermind that he remembered much too late that [i]he[/i] was the one that had caused her to leave their team session, but he hoped Kellen's presence would mitigate her hatred of him. He paused for a moment as a thought crossed his mind. [color=turquoise]"Do you think this has anything to do with Luin?"[/color] He lowered his voice, figuring it was better to be safe.
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Jorah's voice brought Isolde out of her thoughts as her fingers released her hair. Nervous? She didn't feel nervous. She wondered if she was unintentionally coming off that way. As he leaned back, she sat up a touch to straighten her back. She didn't want anyone coming to comfort her or assume she was a wreck. Then again, getting lost in thought didn't really look good either.

Her eyes followed Jorah as he leaned back and spoke of the curfew. It didn't really surprise her to learn that their leader thought little of the threat, and it wasn't surprising to learn he wouldn't take the curfew seriously. The only thing that did surprise her was that he didn't immediately go to Clarissa and chose her to address instead. Her initial response was to decline, though the words never came. It wasn't wise to invite that sort of talk, but this was probably the first time he acknowledged her. This could be seen as an opportunity.

Crossing one leg over the other, Isolde leaned back in her seat, looking upwards. She did not like that thought. And yet, she said, [color=lemonchiffon]"The company would be appreciated...especially after hours."[/color] Her voice was quieter, words meant just for his ears. Outwardly, she was rather calm, but inwardly she would have liked nothing more than to just keel over right then and there. And she had the [i]audacity[/i] to do this in the Goddess' view!

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