Gajol stopped in her tracks when she'd heard Aya's music. Unlike the others, she somehow was not under the same enchantment. She did recognize when a threat was gone, or, at least when she wasn't in a frenzy, and she took pride in that, being above the other terribly bloodthirsty warriors of her kind. When she saw that the situation had settled, Gajol lowered her sword and held it loosely in her hand, the tip resting on the ground as it hung a bit. She still hurt like fuck, bust she figured that she could deal with it. She then turned to Inyrra and Allura with a smile. "Inyrra! Allura! I'm glad to see the both of you are in good health, yes?"<br/><br/>Falameezar's face soured a bit at Janna's comment and poor attempt to rectify whether she'd insulted the dragon or not, though he didn't act upon it. Though he wasn't under some kind of musical spell, he still found Aya's music to be pleasant, and he hadn't felt very pleasant for the past few centuries. He wanted to milk it for all it was worth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>