[Sage]

Jeanne followed Fee and the old man silently, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but not knowing what to do to change it. It didn't take long for the three to meet the others, and the theurge was horrified at Shealtiel's next move. Though she was sure the others didn't know what was happening, she could tell all too clearly that it was something wrong.

"S-stop!" But it was too late for the man whose soul was stolen. Jeanne gazed at Altiel as new emotions, a mix of fear and anger, replaced the disdain she had held previously. For the first time she began to seriously consider traveling on her own again, maybe taking Fee with her.

The upsetting images and horror continued as Lev decided to butcher the guards outside the armory. Though blood and wounds were nothing new to her, his savagery was, and Jeanne had to fight her gag reflex as her eyes filled with tears. If only she had the strength to interfere!

Then the group began to move yet again. Numbly she followed, knowing that she had to make sure that Fee was safe. She glanced over at the shorter female holding her arm and smiled when she saw that the psychic was unharmed and calming down. "We'll be okay," she said to her quietly; by 'we', she referred to herself and Fee. At this point she couldn't (and wouldn't have wanted to) guarantee the safety of any of the others.

Nor, it seemed, could she guarantee the safety of any of the soldiers. Jeanne had thought it a good thing for those in the armory to know they were there as it made them less likely to attack. Her companions seemed to think of it differently, seeing it as an opportunity to attack themselves.

She reached a hand for Fee's, squeezing it tightly and moving to a position where she could put herself between the others and the psychic if need be.