Arthur mentioned that his father sometimes acted like an old woman. It was a joke or at least the attempt at one, it garnered at the very least a snicker from Guinevere who found it interesting that he was still trying to joke about things. This was a good turn, she wondered if he was feeling a bit better now. She didn't expect that he would be able to pull all the way out of his funk, but he was making progress and this was good enough for her. Moreover the lad claimed that he couldn't tell anything else, but had none of their former world tell-tale signs of out of body influence. Arthur went on to state after this point that it was likely connected to Merlyn. "Merlyn? Hm... That's not impossible I guess," she said giving it a bit of consideration. The figure she saw sort of reminded her of Merlyn but was very obviously male. "At least if it has something to do with her, it's definitely nothing to worry about," she said with a small nod. What she'd observed of Merlyn and what Viy had to say about her, Guinevere found herself easily trusting the woman, even in spite of what she was, hell if all creatures of her type were half as good, they'd have the best reputation. Besides, she'd met humans who were destestable things, one nice succubus was far from worth being worried about.

Within the library, while she waited on her visitors, there was a gentle sneeze crossing the face of the great sorceress. "Achoo!" slipped from between her lips and into her sleeve as she managed to look astounded. "I wonder who is talking about me~" she questioned to herself. Strangely enough the answer to that was more than just the one individual Arthur.

In the meantime, Emilia was still freaking out, and very obviously frazzled. She'd managed to tame her hair and make sure her face was clean but now she was afraid of something potentially being after her. She'd not had the best luck when it came to things which would chase her. Nor was she immune to being taken captive, after all, someone had tried to do that somewhat recently. Ah, but Sir Elyan was here to offer his support and make a statement about the aid she'd receive if she needed it. Emilia managed to look surprised and a bit sheepish. She'd begin casually turning a lock of hair in her right hand. "Really?!" she seemed genuinely surprised by this, and more surprised by the idea that people would help her. Her whole face was the brightest shade of red. The poor girl's pointed ears were practically burning with extra heat. So when Elyan bowed and claimed to escort her, she took the excuse to scurry along. "Thank you very much!" she stumbled through the words after a little curtsy before heading out of the door. She'd lead the lad to the library and to the sorceress she sought to set her at ease.