"Supposed to!?" the male responded.

"I know you've been gone for a while, but how can you forget an old friend!?" he asked her.

"Come on..." he continued.

"It's me." he said further.

"Lissa, you know me." he went on.

"It hasn't been THAT long, I'm sure of it!" he insisted further.

The one that had been addressing her was now getting visibly angry. And it looked like he was genuinely heartbroken as well. So much so, that it looked like he was ready to start a fight with the one that had stepped up to him.

But it seemed like he was just barely keeping himself composed.

"Damn you!" he cursed.

Adym, meanwhile, looked concerned about Callie.

"Hey." he said.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Is that feeling getting worse...? Or is it something else...?"

Just as things were coming to a head with the altercation, and just as Callie said what she did, the one instigating the tension suddenly stopped. They looked around, seemingly in the general direction of Callie, but didn't stop at them.

He then looked at the imposter, and growled.

"I can't believe we were even friends!" he exclaimed.

With that, he turned and stormed off, leaving the rest of the crowd mumbling to themselves.

However, as the male stormed off, as he got closer, Callie felt the sensation become almost unbearable.

The male shot them a glance, before continuing on... and as he did, Callie felt the sensation start to diminish.

It didn't disappear, not by a long shot, but it was starting to go back down to manageable levels, more so as the person disappeared from view.

"I..." Adym stammered.

"I don't... I don't know." he said.

"At least it's fading." he reasoned.

"We'll have to monitor this... perhaps see the onboard medic if need be." he told her.

'...the hell...' he then wondered.

'What in the name of the realm is happening to her? And me?'

"Same." Adym responded, before shaking his head.

"Come on." he said.

"Let's keep moving." he told her.

Meanwhile, the two that had been observing watched the other male leave.

"That was a show." the male commented.

"Certainly interesting, to say the least."

"Hmmmm." the male mumbled.

"Good question." he said.

"Do you think he knows or knew Callie?" he asked her.

"At first he seemed to be all friendly and close with her." he went on.

"But then got super angry." he continued.

"Regardless, this is... odd behaviour."

Again, the male sighed.

"I know." he responded.

"However, you know as well as I do that Vyran's too preoccupied right now." he said.

"If what we have heard is true, he's spending all his time and effort on some weird machine." he continued.

"With luck, he'll have tunnel-vision on it." he went on.

"At least until the ship docks."

"Right." he responded.

He then looked around, before noticing someone in particular.

"...hey..." he muttered.

"Look." he said, gesturing to someone in the crowd, in a cloak.

"...is that...?" he wondered, trailing off a bit.

"Do you think it's...?" he asked her.

The male just pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You know, it seems like every single thing is just making this worse for you." he commented.

"Is that a thing? You're more scared. That's a thing? More scared. Oh, that's a thing? Even MORE scared." he went on.

"If you're SO uneasy and concerned, let's just scram." he suggested.

"Or YOU can, at least." he continued.

"You'd make it across the ocean in a snap."

Ceth just sighed.

"I know, I know." he said.

"But Xeri, it'll do us no good to sit around fretting about it." he reasoned.

"We need to be vigilant, yes, but you know Vyran's been distracted as of late." he told her.

"Let's patrol then, though." he suggested.

"See if we can find anything, and nip it in the bud if we need to."