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"Oh... Oh, I see." Julien replied.

"Sorry." he apologised.

"Wait... wait, Candentus Lux?" he asked.

"I didn't know Dem-.... I didn't know Vitra worked HERE." he commented, catching himself on the name.

"My goodness, I am... on some hallowed ground here." he then said.

"This guild stands above all others." he went on.

"It's truly an honour to BE here."

"...." again, Julien was silent for a moment.

"She... brought me...?" he started to ask, before it dawned on him.

"Oh, Demitra?" he asked.

"She would have been the one to. She was the only one that really would have known where I was." he commented. "...well, other than Miss Racquel, but I don't think she would have known that specifically." he then admitted.

"But... Vitra?" he went on, thinking about it.

"Anyway, it is very nice to meet you as well, Miss Emma." he then told her.

"Er..." Julien stammered, clearly confused.

"I... yeah, sure?" he said, sounding VERY unsure right now.

"It's... Julien. Julien Lewis Wolfe." he told her, giving his full name, though he was honestly wondering if that was such a good idea. But she had healed him amazingly, and had been candid and honest about her eyes, so the least he could do was be just as forthright with her.

"But... I have another question." he then said.

"Who... who is Vitra?" he asked her.

"I don't know anyone by that name."

"Oh, I see." Julien replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that." he commented. "The injury must have been pretty bad." he said further.

"And... a lot better, actually." he then answered her.

"As in... as soon as you looked over me, I started to feel immensely better, and even now, I actively feel like I could just get up and walk away right now, like nothing had ever happened." he said further.

"You must have some very potent healing mana."

Julien looked at his wounds, and where she was touching them, and seemed to be absorbed in the fact that they were hurting less and less, by the second, before looking back at her.

"Er... well..." he said.

"I couldn't help but notice your eyes." he commented.

"They're very... unique." he said. "I've never seen anything like them before." he went on.

"Is there a story behind them, if I may inquire?" he then asked her.

"......" Julien was silent as the woman said what she did, and he felt her touch.

He'd never felt anything quite like it. The softness, the lightness to it, how delicate she was... and how it seemed to almost soothe him immediately, straight down to it soul, almost.

"...all right." he said.

"Sorry." he apologised.

"Um... miss?" he then addressed her.

"Are you... I mean... you eyes..." he started to say, before biting his lip.

"Nevermind." he said, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth here.

"....huh?" Julien mumbled, looking around.

"Yeah..." he said.

"But... who are you?" he asked. "And where am I?" he asked further.

"Oh, no! Demitra!" he then exclaimed, before trying to sit up... and immediately feeling a stinging pain that caused him to lay back down.

"Agh!" he cried out in pain.

"Okay, moving... not a good idea." he said to himself in a strained voice.

AJ raised an eyebrow when he saw the skirt.

"Eh? A skirt...?" he mumbled.

"Oh! Right, Vyn has some clothes in there, too." he remembered.

"Yeah, she'll be cool with you wearing that." he then said.

"And you're welcome." he told her.

"Want something to eat or drink while you're here?" he asked.

"...wow." he mumbled.

"That's... that's pretty strong." he said.

"Hm." he muttered.

"Well, still. Nobody should be judged on their bloodline." he said further. "You and I both know that far too well." he lamented, as they turned a corner and headed into what looked to be a room with several cabinets, a desk, and a few other things.

"Check the right cabinet." he told her.

"Should have a change of clothes in it." he said.

"I'll leave you to some privacy."

He paused for a moment.

"....uhhhh..." he stammered.

"Wolfe... Wolfe..." he mumbled.

"That sounds... VAGUELY familiar..." he said. "Drawing a blank, though." he admitted.

"What's his bloodline infamous for, then?" he asked.

"It's gotta be something big to have OUR level of notoriety."

"......" the man was silent, before sighing.

"Right." he said. "I know that's a hot-button for you. Hell, is for ME, too. We ARE part of the same family." he reasoned.

"But Julien was attacked because of his family?" he asked.

"...you know, it occurs to me." he then said. "I don't think you've ever told me much about that guy." he commented. "I mean, I knew he existed, obviously, but... that's it." he went on.

"Why was he attacked? You say it's because of his family, but why?" he asked her.

"What bloodline could be possibly have to provoke SUCH a... brutal attack?"

He nodded in response.

"Yeah." he replied.

"I have some spare clothing here." he told her.

"Come on, let's head to where I keep them." he added, before they started to walk. "They might be a little loose on you, but the belt will keep the pants on." he told her as they went. "Unless you'd prefer something from Vyn." he added.

"..." he was then silent, before sighing.

"Mind telling me what happened?" he asked.

When she got to the medwing, she saw a young man already there, with black and red hair.

"Hey, Demi." he greeted her.

"I was right, Emma already knew." he chuckled.

He then looked at Julien, and grimaced.

"Geez..." he muttered. "Someone did a number on HIM." he commented.

"...and you're covered in blood, too..." he added, looking right at her now.

"......." they were silent for a moment, before they heard a hard smack.

"Let her in!" a familiar male voice demanded.

"Okay, okay, okay!" the other one responded, before the slot closed, and she heard several locks being undone, as well as saw the door flash for a second... before it slowly opened.

"Come on, quick." the familiar voice told her.

"I'll go let Emma know you're coming, though let's be honest, she probably already knows." he added.