"Yes, I did," he admitted. Meredy held her breath in shock. The other two turned their heads to gape at him. He couldn't see Macbeth or hear his thoughts anymore, but he imagined the reflector mage was also surprised. "I don't want to talk about why that happened, but it did. It was a…poor decision on my part." He looked Meredy dead in the eyes, the red-rimmed pupils looking at him warily. "Meredy…I would never wish for real suffering upon Sorano. You know that."

Meredy tried to work her mouth, but no words came out. Finally, she gave an awkward cough. "Of course, I know that…it's just…" She sighed. "I didn't know what to do anymore, and you're…better at talking to her than most of us." The last part was said much quieter than the rest.

"She's not hard to talk to if you understand her quirks. In that, I'm at an advantage. Let me talk to her again if she's up. I don't know what exactly it'll help, but I can at least gather information about her condition."

Meredy wiped her eyes and considered another moment before nodding in acceptance. She led him to her and Sorano's shared tent. Evidently, she was awake. Cobra had already confirmed it by her thoughts, as well as the fact that she didn't seem any different than yesterday. He waved Meredy off before stepping into the tent. Sorano turned her head to look at him, dark eyes with the same neutral expression on her face. "Good morning," she said. She had a sleepy look on her face, while the rest of her betrayed little other emotion.

Cobra stopped himself from grimacing as he sat down. "Good morning to you too. Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?"