Lenne remained quiet as they made their way to the house where Yuna was held, once again using the time for her thoughts, but this time she was steeling them away. She hadn't caught any of their names, but that was unimportant, really. She knew she could trust them. They were very familiar, like distant friends, or maybe fathers of friends... Jecht could be Shuyin's long lost darker twin, at that. Fraternal, but with all the same twitches and leanings toward brash action long before thinking anything through. This could be fun.

Fun? A girl was in serious trouble from the god of death... this was no time for fun. She thanked Braska quietly for the protective spells, nodding as he sent the signal, then again at Auron at his no doubt necessary statement. She gripped her staff tightly in front of her, muttering silent prayers to whatever benevolent gods would listen, and preparing herself to take down the front door of a battle she had no idea how to anticipate.