She nods.<em>I wish to accompany you, when possible, however,</em>she replies, as the squad escorts her away.<br/><br/>By now, the entire city knows of the emperor's declining health; while they don't know how soon it is to arrive, they do know that the priests are unable to help save him, and that old age will, finally, claim him, and the city is in a hushed, tense state, on the edge of mourning. If the city is bad, however, the actual palace is worse; in fact, the only smiling face int he building may be the Emperor himself, who keeps protesting that he's not dead yet, though his protests are broken by wracking coughs, and generally telling stories, to try to keep the somber mood elevated. Every member of his family who can be present is, crowded around his bedside, and he's never looked more proud.