He looked back over towards her, and just smiled.

"...Vitra." he said.

"I mean... well... look, I know this sounds morbid and such, but... hear me out." he told her.

"No matter what happens, I'm glad we met." he continued.

"Finding you was the best thing that's ever happened to me." he then said further. "You and your mother showed me that I can still find some kindness and acceptance in this world." he went on.

"...and I am forever grateful to you for that." he continued further.

"I'm truly glad I've met you." he finished.

"And I know that sounds like I'm portending to some awful thing, but trust me, I'm not. Not... knowingly, anyway." he added at the end.

"Should be." Julien replied.

"I mean, I legitimately feel ready to get up and go right NOW." he told her. "Seriously, I feel like nothing more happened than a tumble down some stairs. At worst." he stressed.

"However... I am not so arrogant as to think I know better than a medic." he then said.

"I will listed to her orders." he continued.

"After all, she deserves good patients." he reasoned with a small shrug.

"....the hell?" he mumbled.

He then shook his head, and ran off after Demitra. However, she was more fit than he was, had more muscle tone, so she was faster than him. He could still hear her ahead, but that's all he had to go by.

'What is going on?' he thought.

He'd heard the fire, and he knew that Racquel was a fire mage.

And they were headed in the direction of the home.

Had something happened?

Julien's jaw was agape now. He couldn't believe his eyes.

The fire... the fire wasn't part of the mana that he knew Racquel and Demitra had. But here it was, blazing, and out of control.

He heard Demi calling out for her mother inside the building, and looked around frantically.

He knew he had to do something. He was a water mage, yes, but he specialised in blood. He'd manipulated water a long time ago, but it wasn't as though he could conjure it, or control large amounts of it.

But he couldn't just stand there. He ran to the well that was nearby, and put his hands into into it, using all his concentration to lift a sizable amount of water out of it, and hover it over towards the home.

He needed to put out the fire, before it consumed the entire building.

"........." Julien was silent as he heard Demitra speak this way. He was angry about this, too, but he had never seen such darkness in anyone's eyes... or tone. It stunned him for a moment.

But he then sighed.

"No." he said.

"YOU won't find her." he told her.

"WE will." he clarified.

"Your mother accepted me into her home, treated me as family... or, at the very least, a VERY welcome guest... and even taught me about gardening." he said. "I would be less of a man to not try and find her, knowing she is most likely in danger." he reasoned.

"And two are better than one, seeing as we have no idea what we're going to find." he then said further.

"....maybe we can find something around that's a clue as to what happened to her, or where she went." he then suggested.

"And I want to see if any of my clawed leather gloves survived the fire, in case I need to fight while we're searching for your mother." he added, not wanting anything to happen to Demitra as well... but realising that he was NOT about to stop her. So he would go with her, no matter what.

Julien just sighed.

"No." he replied.

"It would have just been handy to have them good to go right now." he said.

"But I've fought with... anything and almost everything." he then told her.

"And I have no real preference." he said further.

"I mean, I really do like gauntlets and such, seeing as they're portable and all that, but... well... yeah, anything will work." he finished.

Time was of the essence now, and he knew it. He did not want to delay any longer than was absolutely, positively needed.

"Right." Julien replied.

"Yes, we should make haste." he agreed, as the two of them left the remains of the home.

He looked back at it once more and sighed quietly, before looking at Demi.

"...what should we do?" he asked.

"We need to find somewhere to start." he told her.

"Some hint as to where she may have been taken to."

Julien nodded in response.

"All right." he replied.

"Let's go, then." he told her.

"We need to get SOMEONE tracking her." he continued, before biting his lip slightly.

"...was this done because of the Fyrane line...?" he mumbled.

"......or the Wolfe line..." he murmured further, wondering if HE was to blame for this.

She did, indeed, surprise him by hearing that, but he said nothing in regards to it.

"Hm." he merely mumbled.

He then nodded and accepted her hand.

"All right." he said.

"If Germany is where we must go, then it is where we'll go." he commented.

"....." he was then silent, and looked at the wreckage of the house once more, a pit of sadness forming in his gut.

"All right, thank you." Julien responded.

He looked around, and sighed quietly.

"Can see this place hasn't been used for a while." he commented.

"...I assume you're going to go to Candentus Lux?" he then asked her. "See about getting someone to look for your mother?" he went on.

Odds are she was, and he intended to try and clean the place up a little... at least make it so it wasn't as dusty.

Because he had NO idea what else he could do now, if anything, so he intended to try and keep himself busy as a distraction, even if a minor one.