<TIAMAT> *Teal is staring quietly into the fire, deep in thought.

<JETMODE> *Genoa's been sleeping soundly for a couple of hours but she suddenly sits up, back to Teal.

<TIAMAT> *Teal glances up at her, blinking out of his reverie. "All rested, are you?

<JETMODE> *Genoa doesn't respond, which isn't so unusual, but instead she gets to her feet a little jerkily and starts walking toward the door.

<TIAMAT> *Teal stares after her for a moment, frowning slightly. "Well, you could at least let me know you're ready to move on. *he gets to his feet, glancing back at the fire.

<JETMODE> *Again a notable lack of response. Nor does she bother to put out the fire. She simply walks out the door and starts up the street.

<TIAMAT> *Teal glances from her to the fire and back again and trots out after her and next to her, giving her a concerned look.

<JETMODE> *She doesn't notice him in the least -- and the reason for this becomes immediately apparent. Her face is blank and slack, and her eyes are glassy, but her feet are taking her, one step at a time, right toward the temple.

<TIAMAT> *Teal's concern grows and he places a firm hand on her shoulder. "Genoa?"

<JETMODE> *She shrugs him off with an easy motion and keeps walking.

<TIAMAT> *Teal: Hey! *he jogs a bit till he's infront of her and faces her, grabbing her shoulders and giving her a good shake. "Snap out of it, Genoa!

<JETMODE> *Genoa presses against his grip for a moment, then stills. A split second later, the dagger flashes, a sweeping cut upward as she springs back and away.

<TIAMAT> *Teal yells and ducks barely in time to avoid getting his throat slit open, though the knife point does nick his cheek a bit as he stumbles away. He touches the cut lightly, a flash of anger crossing his face.

<JETMODE> *She's dropped back into a fighting stance, though her gaze is still unfocused.

<TIAMAT> *Teal unsheathes his sword and in one fluid motion, sends a shockwave arcing across the ground toward her, though it's not a powerful one, and he's purposely offaim a little. Meant to throw her off balance.

<JETMODE> *She attempts to sidestep the shockwave, but she's not quite fast enough, and it catches her on the right, spinning her almost to a fall.

<TIAMAT> *Teal rushes her from behind, sheathing the sword quickly, and grabs her wrists, twisting the arm that holds the dagger hard (though not hard enough to sprain or break anything) and holding her fast, bringing her arms behind her back.

<JETMODE> *She struggles wildly for a split second, then goes still, and the hand holding the dagger loosens its grip. That low rumble fills the air again, and a much put-upon voice murmurs, "Inconvenient."

<TIAMAT> *Teal glances around, not loosening his grip on Genoa yet.

<JETMODE> *The dagger strikes the ground, and Genoa is suddenly dead weight, collapsing to her knees.

<TIAMAT> *Teal catches her before she falls, lowering her gently down, still glancing around warily.

<JETMODE> *The streets are completely empty, even of spectres. Genoa isn't unconscious, but she isn't moving, either.

<TIAMAT> *Teal, after making sure no one else is around, kneels in front of Genoa, taking the dagger and sticking it in his belt. He shakes her by the shoulders gently. "Genoa?"

<JETMODE> *Genoa trembles, then brings her hands up to her face, trying to stifle her sudden, racking sobs.

<TIAMAT> *Teal stays by her, looking a little awkward and lost. He might be able to deal with enraged Genoa, but this is different all together.

<TIAMAT> *After a few more long, awkard moments, Teal suddenly pulls Genoa into a gentle embrace, holding her and murmuring something soothing. Or attempting to.

<JETMODE> *Genoa buries her face against him, still sobbing miserably. That's a lot of pent-up hurt coming out all at once.

<TIAMAT> *Teal holds her, occasionally patting her gently. After a few minutes, he murmurs, in a kind voice, "Really, Genoa, this is so unlike you. *and he's even smiling a bit, though sadly.

<JETMODE> *She's finally settled down a little bit, and she laughs hoarsely at his comment. "I must be.. tired."

<TIAMAT> *Teal nods a bit, raising her chin gently and wiping her tears away as best he can. "Come, now, tears don't become you! And they'll get us no closer to escaping, either, I'm afraid. Though I must agree with you about being tired; perhaps we should rest for a while. *He's still smiling at her, but still sadly.

<JETMODE> *Genoa meets gaze for a split second, then turns away, cheeks going faintly red -- not that you can really tell, with the way she's been crying. "Yes.. rest.. Rest would be good."

<TIAMAT> *Teal nods again, smile fading slowly, and he glances back toward the little building they had been in earlier. "I believe the fire's still going. Come on. *he climbs to his feet, offering his hand to her once he's up.

<JETMODE> *She takes his hand without even thinking about it and gets to her feet. She seems a little wobbly, but hysterical crying fits will do that.

<TIAMAT> *He keeps hold of her hand and, after a moment, puts his arm around her shoulder to steady her as they head back inside.

<JETMODE> *Genoa doesn't appear to react, but she goes a little redder and makes for her mat as soon as it would be polite.

<TIAMAT> *Teal catches her arm gently before she can quite get away, pulling her back slightly as he flips out his knife, handing it to her hilt-first. "This is yours.

<JETMODE> <Genoa> .. *hesitates, then takes it with a nod* ... Thank you.

<TIAMAT> *Teal nods back. "You're welcome. ... Rest now. You'll need your strength.

<JETMODE> *Genoa nods again and goes back to her mat to lie down. She drifts off before long, sleeping peacefully for once. For now.

<TIAMAT> *Teal watches her a bit sadly while she sleeps; he seems to be debating with himself. After a little while, he grips his sword hilt, as if making up his mind, and starts silently for the door, casting her one final look before starting out into the streets and toward the temple.