Emma surprisingly winced at what Syrisa had to say. Sure, she may have said she was weak...but it was more in a way to tell her not to depend so much on magic, but it seemed that it was taken the wrong way. Maybe she said it wrong? In any case...the situation was not good. Especially when Syrisa called her a thug. That caused a spike of anger to pulsate through her body. But, she just clenched her hands, she knew getting angry wasn't going to help...a fight of might and magic would do any good but destroy the room and cause a hefty bill for them to have to pay.<br/><br/>When she saw the mageling's knees give out on her, she ignored the redhead's protests and came up to her. Her arms came around the smaller woman's waist, to make sure that she wouldn't go anywhere easily by slipping out of her grasp...and to add a little tender action into the raging moment. With the mageling's back against her front, Emma did her best to make sure the woman wouldn't go anywhere and tried to figure out ways to help calm her down. When she couldn't think of any, she just kept an apologetic silence, knowing that there wouldn't be any words for her to use to apologize to Syrisa.<br/><br/>Whether she wanted to admit it or not...Syrisa had to be her only friend. And she wasn't going to let that go to waste. And she wasn't going to let that end with such a bad ending like this. And, whether she wanted to admit it or not again...the smell of the mageling's shampooed hair smelled wonderful against her semi-sensitive nostrils. And the smooth fabric over the woman's soft skin felt pleasant under her unprotected hands and arms. She stayed like that for a moment before talking in a neutral tone.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Miss Ir'Vhetao...I'll finish getting equipped and we can go looking around."<br/><br/>Then, surprisingly painfully, she let go of Syrisa and went over to the table where her guantlets were. She used Syrisa's last name because she figured that now she had lost her rights to say her client's first name. After what she did, she knew that was what happened. She, to her fright, that she was going to miss the playful banters from the mage. What had gotten into her?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>