Olhal didn't object; "Later, Kabe!!" he called, before going into the woods with Artemas.
Fyroh paused. "Whats wrong, Saphir?" he asked, noticing her look around. Feeling her tighten her grip, he tightened his too.
Xor looked at her. "Kid? Hah. I'm not a kid anymore, though I wish I was... I died when I was 34. I'm 41 now." he said, as another tear rolled down his cheek. "I'm fine, seriously... please, trust me. It warms my old, broken, stabbed-about-127-times-I've-lost-count heart to see young ones like them still having time for romance in their busy schedules." He chuckled to himself about what he said about his heart.