Emma listened to her speech, feeling a bit stupid for blowing things off right away. She was fairly certain whatever magical talents she might have had were dead with the F.E.V., she decided to give it a go anyways. "So, you've been hurt in the past, too?" She asked, walking into the bathroom, taking a seat next to the tub. "I don't remember much about who I was... but I remember flashes... little moments in my last life. I keep getting one of some guy slapping me over and over again... mercilessly..." She sighed. "I don't know if it's real... but when I wake up, I feel where his hand hit me... my cheeks burn, and I just want to cry..."<br/><br/>Reaching across, she gave Giselle a hug and smiled. "Don't worry, Giselle... I hope we never have to fight, but if we do... know one of us will win, and the other will loose knowing they did their best." She tightened the hug just a bit before letting her go. "When you get out of the bath, I'll give your spell a shot. Trying can't hurt anything, right?"