[Sage]

Jeanne watched Michael with concern. He began to act strangely, and when he left without answering her question, she was pretty sure that something was wrong. But she was no psychologist and wouldn't have known where to start figuring out the problem. Instead, she glanced around at the others and saw Lev's expression.

He was staring directly at Fee, a feral hunger in his eyes for a moment. Alarmed, Jeanne turned to Fee and placed her hand on the psychic's shoulder in a protective manner. She was beginning to regret healing the man already.

Then the others began to talk. While Jeanne didn't quite eavesdrop, she caught the gist of their conversation; they were planning to leave and go to an armory. Fee's entry into the conversation meant that Jeanne felt comfortable joining as well.

"I'm not comfortable with stealing from this armory," she said, a statement that would be a surprise to be none. Jeanne wasn't sure she felt comfortable saying that if the Wrath Swords were out there, she felt duty-bound to retrieve them for Saint Acacias. Perhaps she could go out looking if the others weren't receptive to the concept of 'not stealing from the armory'.

Pretty much done with her mead, she stood up at Fee's suggestion and waited for the others to be ready.