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Faryn merely stared at their hands and nodded his response for the gratitude. He didn't want to look up and see whatever silly expression Jillian's face held. It probably would annoy him, and he didn't desire the additional irritation. He felt the cold begin to fade between his palms. However, Jillian's next idea elicited his usual self to come forward. He dropped the other's hand and stepped away from him. "Are you crazy?!" he demanded incredulously. What would make the other possibly think he too wanted a frozen limb?! But the other had a point... despite himself, Faryn sighed and turned his doubtful gaze on the stone. His eyes flickered from his hand to the stone, back and forth. Then finally, the Prince of Death reached out, his hand passing straight through the case and retrieved the stone from it's stand. He held it in his hand, black eyes still emotionless, though a sort of excitement surged for a fleeting moment within him. Then he looked up at the other. "It can't be this simple. There's probably a trap, Jillian," he remarked quietly.

Faryn was surprised by the other's knowledge of such topics. Was it just family stories he'd heard or had he actually bothered to research the historic prince?

Slipping the stone in his pocket, Faryn's hand reached down to grasp Jillian's, the possible pain was unbeknownst to him earlier and he had no reason to think that a firm hand-holding would elicit an other response. He looked away from the other to show that the feeling wasn't beyond simple, proper etiquette. "Will you take me outside to meet Dot and goth boy? I'd hate to wreck their conference alone."

Faryn slipped the stone into his pocket and rolled his eyes to the side. "Fine, I'll just think of them that way. Dax, Dot-- same difference anyway. Faryn didn't look at Jillian anymore; perhaps he was embarrassed to hold his hand, or he just didn't want to necessarily be confronted with that haughty smirk he knew the other possessed. The one that seemed almost as if Jillian had won something. But Faryn refused to let anyone win but himself.

He frowned as the dancefloor didn't seem to have changed much; the same frolicking, fickle 'friends' of the Ice Kingdom. He caught a questionable flash of blonde, but Jillian was whisking him away before he got a good look, or the guards got good looks of them.

A shock of cold hit Faryn's petite frame as the two boys came to the outside. He didn't mention anything, however. The snow crunched under his feet and he soon stumbled upon the same breath-taking sight of the fountain frozen in time. Black orbs looked up at it and he paused in his step. It was pretty. Not pretty enough to comment dramatically upon-- that wasn't his style-- but he could appreciate pretty things.

Faryn tore his gaze away from the fountain as he heard the hiss behind him. It had to have been Jillian. He whipped around, snow falling about them and marched up to the male who was now turned and walking off to the side. His hand went out, black eyes little warmer than the ice around them, and with 3 unavoidable words, he stated in a monotone voice, "Let me see." He wanted the arm. Now.

Faryn narrowed his eyes in annoyance at the other's attitude. As if he really wanted to have to check and make sure his foolish escort didn't lose his own blasted arm. A part of him felt obligated to do it-- he had put up the fuss, but he also knew very well that he didn't have to show the slightest concern for someone like Jillian and it wouldn't've made a difference. At least... not to most people.

"Look at me," he quietly ordered, taking the other's hand and forarm in both hands. He had to know how badly it had hurt Jillian. "Say 'ow' if it hurts," he murmured, not really waiting before he began prodding and squeezing his green and black-haired escort's arm, wrist, hand, and fingers in not the most gentlest of manners. Black eyes scrutinized his face from where he stood.

Faryn watched the other's face contort in pain and frowned. Clearly, Jillian wasn't 'okay.' He couldn't deny that he was a bit concerned. He'd deny any feeling, but that didn't mean that he wanted the only person at the party who knew him to be incapable of arm movement or further complications. He unbuttoned the cuffs of the other's shirt and slid the fabric up his arm, exposing the very discolored flesh. Gazing at it for a moment, he then pulled the sleeve back down. "Do you want to go back?" he asked sincerely. It was a simple question, but he'd allow Jillian to dictate this one turn of their evening. "We can have my doctor look at it. I can always meet the others at some other ridiculous gala. Tell me, is that what you want?"

Sayael, too, had turned round when he heard the exclamation. He peered over the bushes quickly, his eyes locking with Jillian's. He gave the man a cheeky grin and turned back to Dax. "Not the guards, that's for sure. Jillian and someone I don't know," he said with the slightest of shrugs, a slightly apprehensive look on his face. He knew Jillian... well, at least a little bit. But what if he had heard their conversation and decided it would be a bad deal for him if two of the princes suddenly disapeared?

Jillian heard some muffled voices from across the shrubbery and looked up just in time to meet the Dark Prince's gaze. He hastilly looked back down at Faryn, pretending not to have seen anything. "I - it's fine, alright?" he said apprehinsively, still peering over the bushes out of the corner of his eyes. "Hnn... but I suppose now would be a bad time to mention that frostbite tends to spread...." he said under his breath, his eyes deffinately not meeting Faryn's this time.