The tune was rather unfamiliar, but it was soothing enough to calm Nit down. Gradually, they released Marcial's leg from their grasp and sat up straight. They still felt awkward and stressed in a way, but they still appeared pretty relaxed, their eye fluttering lightly.<br/><br/>Shaking his leg slightly, Marcial looked over at Scarlet as he spoke. He giggled at his sudden, casual suggestion. "<span style="font-style: italic">Are you just going to forget this happened?</span>" He asked in a humorous tone, raising his eyebrow right back. "<span style="font-style: italic">Don't feel bad; I want to forget as well. I swear, the most surreal situations always arise each time I go on these silly tasks</span>..." Nodding as Scarlet ushered them away, Marcial looked back at the two lovers, smiling in a smug manner before disappearing into the doorway.<br/><br/>Nit raised their head and faced Scarlet as they heard their all-familiar nickname get called out. A look of slight exacerbation for formed on their face as they did, as they were not very fond of Scarlet still, but they paid close attention to what he asked of them. They even seemed to flinch slightly as he stated the consequences of the excessive magic use.<br/><br/>Shaking tears away from their eye, Nit slowly rose from the ground, feet tightly pressed down. They pulled Axe up by her torso, pressing her frail frame against their plump body as they crept away to the hall. Silently, they paced, glancing over at Axe on occasion to make sure she did not do anything regarding her magic, until they reached her bedroom. They took a moment to stare at the still wounded door, sighing softly as they recalled the reason for it being that way before nudging the door open with their bells. After approaching the bed, they gently laid Axe down atop it, carefully placing her down on her back as if she were an infant, and plopped themselves by her bedside. They sported a rather bored expression, but they were just down in the dumps after what had occurred.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You don't have to... prove yourself anymore</span>," Nit muttered, burying their head into the covers. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I have all... the proof I... need</span>."