Earlier Blake made it clear that Emeryl was to share his quarters. He wasn't sure what he'd do, but he couldn't let his sister and his daughter chase after an uninterested man. Especially when they couldn't even see that he was different than he was six hundred years ago.
      "Blake," the soft voice meekly announced it's presence.
      "Emeryl," Blake regarded him, "How are you?"
      "I'm fine. Just tired..." he sighed as he untied the knot on his mantle.
      "What's wrong?" Blake figured he'd get straight to the point.
      "Ne, pardon?" Emeryl sat by the mirror to comb out his hair.
      "You've been acting strange. You aren't bouncy and happy for no reason at all," Blake urged.
      Quietly Emeryl glared over his shoulder at him, "I'm not a child anymore. Ne, I grew up."
      "I don't like it," Blake wrinkled his nose.
      "Ne, I'm sorry." Emeryl went back to his hair.
      Tensely Blake grabbed Emeryl's mantle, "I said that I don't like it. Go back!"
      With a cold stare Emeryl folded his arms, "Ne, I can't be young forever."
      Blake gave him a harsh shake, "So instead you're going to sit around and mope. Get over it Emeryl."
      "You don't know what happened." Emeryl glowered at him, trying to ward him off.
      "You want to hit me, don't you?" Blake murmured.
      "What?" Emeryl blinked in shock, holding the staff at his side.
      "Come on, hit me," he taunted.
      "Ne, I don't want to hit anyone," Emeryl turned his head.
      "If you've changed so much then you shouldn't care." Blake pressured him.
      Emeryl's hands shivered as he held the staff. Forcefully Blake shook him again.
      "I said I don't want to!" Emeryl shouted back. Gripping the rod in both hands he swung it up and smacked Blake on the right side of his chin. For a moment Blake fingered the contact point, then smirked.
      His eyes wider then grapefruits Emeryl backed away, "I..." As he stared at Blake his eyes filled with tears and he darted out of the room.
      Sighing, Blake wandered after him, rubbing his chin, "For being nonviolent he sure can whap someone..."