Nemesis: *smirks at Sephiroth* Is this really what you want? You want to be under the heel of lesser beings? What a wasted creature you are. *She then looks toward the hall* Hmph, seems like your captor is coming. We must depart. *with that, she vanishes away into mist*
Desiree: *nods at the advice* Ok, I’ll do my best. *sighs* I never had to deal with anyone being sick before.