That night Jemma dreamt about that day her and Jasper were playing in the garden, up until the part where she pricked her finger, it just kept replaying in her head. It was a memory she was fond of, and her brother still had the flower she gave him, same with Rune. Before the dream could replay in her head she felt something nudge her foot and someone spoke to her, bringing her out of her unconscious state. “Wh…what, huh?” She sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. “What’d I do?” Her subconscious knew it was Jasper before she realized it, and to her, Jasper being there that early could only mean she had done something wrong. When she actually looked at him she realized that he shouldn’t be there. 

“Jasper, what are you doing?? You can’t be in here, aren’t you worried about getting in trouble?” She questioned. Jemma leapt out of bed and urged him toward the door. “What are you doing here so early? Is the sun even up yet? A proper prince should knock and wait for the young lady to open the door… or something of that nature…” This of course was somewhat true, she wasn’t exactly sure, it was early and she was rambling. It was obvious the trip to Iglasia had completely slipped her mind.