It's a long few minutes, before the women filter down to the common room, still dazed and confused. "What... what was all of that?" "Were you just trying to scare us, or... or what?" "I hope you aren't spending all your time concerned about your potential end," Vorela says, moving to curl up with Gray, as his familiar once more, despite her size. "I hope you don't think something like that is going to frighten me away. I stood by you as Tiamat herself tried to tear me apart. You think you're going to frighten me? Not even you," Cerul says, pointing to Dark. "The elf has a point. While it was a bit disturbing, as far as I'm concerned, you could have killed me already; I'm living off borrowed time." "I will not leave you until my research is complete." "And you hardly frighten any of us outsiders; if we die here, we simply... go home. So what if you snap and slaughter us horribly? We will persist."