Emilia watches Allison nod back to Five in clear understanding. An understanding that is familiar to her, and would be to anyone that has(had) a sibling and shares(shared) a language all their own. A language others can't speak.

Her own gaze helplessly snags on Wrath. Her heart pounds too fast, almost painful. This won't be the last time they see each other, they've made sure of that, but her throat fills with things she means to say and simply can't.

She's discovered what she is truly capable of. The darker and furious parts of herself. Both in the name the people she loves and her mission. And yet she is relieved they'll be splitting up and she won't be present when Wrath...

It feels so craven of her. "Within the hour," she promises, averting her gaze at last.