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He sighed. The prince would probably push him away if he found out who it was, but it would most likely be worse if he remained silent or tired to disguise voice. "It's Jillian. I heard you fall, and... I came in..." He frowned slightly. Evidently the boy knew nothing of how much he had worried him. "As for your temporary blindness, I would hazard a guess that the sleeping draught you took was overly potent..." He sighed in a resiegned fasion and sat down next to the other close enough so that he could still clutch onto his shirt - that is, if he still wished to after he discovered just who had awoken him.

Wasn't the weight of burdens just another part of being royalty? But that could very well be something else Sayael was wanting to leave behind. All worries, all burdens. Everything. "Thank you.." Dax said, before realizing himself exactly what he was thanking the other prince for. It was for the opportunity to be free. "I'll have word of my decision sent to you as soon as I choose." His tone was less proper and more lost in thought. With a graceful bow, the long-haired Ice Prince returned his mask onto its rightful place on his face before turning on his heel to return to the party. There was definitely a lot to think about.

Faryn's drained body leaned against the other, his mind not even properly functioning to tell him that he didn't need to lean on anyone: he was the death prince and thus a loner, wasn't he? No need for dependence, wasn't that what he had insisted before? His head throbbed as a nasty little reminder. Someone had used magic against him?! That never happened! And whoa, did it make him feel icky to mix magics. "Jillian, why in hell did you take my potion's effect away? I needed it. And now, I feel even worse than I did when I was angry."

In most instances, Dax hated the mask set upon his face, but for another, it was more of a blessing. It did well to hide his thoughtful, almost lost eyes. Thankfully most of the nobleman he absently chatted with didn't take it into note to actually look into a person's eyes when speaking to them. It was a trait for most royalty. They never much cared if someone was actually paying attention. As long as they were seen with other nobleman, it was alright. Eventually he resigned to his seat which was supposedly beside his parents, but whom were both missing among the crowd. The blonde prince idly toiled with a loose feather on his mask as he allowed his thoughts to drown him. Parties were such a bore.

The question was almost a surprise to the Ice Prince. Not only because he wouldn't suspect the other boy to ask such a thing, but also because his mind had drifted so far out. It was as if Sayael's voice had jerked him back into reality. Could he say the offer was a relief? Dancing may get his thoughts off what could come later on. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied, rising to his feet and extending a hand to the prince. Near the beginning of the masquerade, this was definitely the last place he saw himself. Dancing.. Another boring lesson he had been forced to learn. His mother herself, actually, had been his teacher.

Feeling his strength come back a bit, he pressed his hand against the other's chest, forcing Jillian away. His partner wanted only to make sure he had not died? Been murdered? Why should Jillian care? The memory of the love confession not even striking his mind, Faryn decided it was only to save Jillian's reputation. A dead prince wouldn't look good on anyone's record. "I see," he nodded, pressing a hand to his forehead and beginning to try and surpress the headache. His vision was becoming increasingly less blurry, and it was only minutes before he pushed his rather wobbly frame from the floor. Faryn nearly fell over from the change in position. He reached out a hand to brace himself until it collided with something solid.

With the assistance, Faryn steadied himself on his feet. He despised what the other had said, though. After a few moments of nothing but the sound of breathing, the death prince possessively stole his hand away out of the other's grasp and shut off the physical connection. His vision was nearly restored; just a bit fuzzy around the edges, but otherwise clear. Though he could be rather rude at times, Faryn managed a quiet, civilized "thank you," before turning his back to the other. He hated receiving help from anyone. It was very awkward for him to be put in the rare situation hindering him enough that he required any assistance. Moving to the door, and he surprised to find it merely unlocked. He himself had petrified it. Who in this castle could possibly remove that but him. Glancing back at Jillian with a frown, he stated very slowly, "I need to go find the ice prince, now... do you know what he looks like, Jillian? I haven't seen him since I was six."