Emilia and Wrath have trained, oft in brutal ways, to keep her mind protected from illusions not unlike this one. To ensure that she remains the master of her mind and body. It is strange to see such a spell from the outside, her chest giving a small squeeze as she takes in Wrathion's frustration.

If he feels anything else about it, he is doing a good job of not letting it show. Something she can't exactly blame him for. She has gone to great lengths to learn this skill, as it did not come naturally.

And assumes, perhaps incorrectly, that the children in question are those under Ma'am Mariol's care.

Gingerly, she places her hand on his forearm.

"It is a trick," she confirms, though she does not know about calling it cheap. The woman is clearly someone to Wrathion, and the room knew to exploit that. "And I don't know that she truly means to help."