Interesting would hardly be a word Emilia would use for the aforementioned situation. She nods at Jules defeated realization about the nature of this place and ends up sighing, returning to brush her fingers over the little scar.

Em sighs and grabs the wine glass, taking a nice big sip from it, rolling the glass in her hand idly, watching the wine circle within it. "It can be," but there's a very small part of her that's only thankful to it because it's keeping a certain monkey safe and away from the war.

The worried smile she gets, but she doesn't see beyond it - it takes a while for Em to get used to new people and to let them in her life and Jules is relatively new to both processes, so she nods almost in silent defeat, taking another sip of the red liquid, appreciating its texture, its weight, its taste.

"On top of that, one which he did not choose to be involved with."