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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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		Looking over towards Gerard, Elizaveta nodded in response to his thanks. She did not feel it was needed, it was part of what she was here for. To help. Seeing Mary come back with the water she took the ceramic mug in both her hands, holding it steady as it was filled for her. Once it was she tipped it back and drank her fill of the refreshing liquid. Letting it be refilled and finishing the second one off post haste. Once she had both of them down she looked to her guard who gently placed her back on the ground, her feeling much more steady than they had earlier. She still felt weak and would for sometime but that water had done what she had expected. 

	[color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] she was finally able to to Mary as she returned the glass and took a soothing breath. [color=a187be]"As much as I would enjoy partaking in a bit of rest there is not time. I am expected this evening at Almack's. I hope to speak vith several of the council there and in light of certain events I feel there is no time to delay. If you have nothing else to do this evening Sister Mary, vould you mind accompanying me?"[/color] she asked in a gentle voice. 

	The Bishop looked over towards Gerard before looking back to Elizaveta, wanting his earlier question answered. [color=a187be]"That vas vhat my people call an Ostanavlivat'sya. Vhat your lands may call a Reaper? It severes the disease from the spirit to cleanse it and send it to its rightful resting place,"[/color] she explained before stepping closer to Gerard, looking at him much the same way she had the boy from earlier that evening. A intense softness to her gaze as she reached out and cupped his cheek softly in the palm of her hand. It was odd, for someone so refined and in a sense regal her fingers were as calloused as Gerards were, she had obviously known hard labor in her life. 

	After a time of silence she finally spoke. [color=a187be]"Hiding will only bring you pain, tell her before it's too late,"[/color] she said before releasing her hold over him. Turning she looked back over to Mary as if nothing had happened. [color=a187be]"Vill you do the honoring of being part of my entourage this evening?"[/color]
 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent had a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that tonight was going to be one of the worst in her life. Seeing her mother and sisters head into Almack's with Lord Rutherford. She was about to take off after them to make sure her sisters were kept at more than an arm's length from the man when someone she didn't think she knew came up to her and started speaking. The veiled woman seemed concerned and the voice was vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it, her mind was going a thousand miles per hour. 

	Turning to the woman she tried to compose herself. [color=0072bc]"I thank you for your concern but I shall prevail, you needn't bother with me... Um, forgive me but do I know you?"[/color] she asked but before she could get an answer her dearest of friends came over and Millicents attention was diverted. 

	[color=0072bc]"I couldn't agree more Virginia and I believe I have ascertained the very one which would bring a smile to my face should he perish,"[/color] Millicent stated coldly, still trembling from her earlier encounter with the man who left the taste of bile in the her mouth. Even speaking of him caused it to bubble in the back of her throat, causing her to place her hand upon her chest and turn away.  

	Her dark eyes lifted and widened slightly with surprise to see Fryor had come into her presence. He looked angered and she wasn't sure if it was because he had spotted her mother walking into Almack's or something else. If it was because of her mother she could not blame him, the woman acted horrifically each time she was around him. Yet his expression softened when he glanced in her direction and it put her at little ease. Perhaps he did not blame her for her mothers actions even though she felt solely responsible for them at this point. 

	[color=0072bc]"Sir Kildragon, you honor us with your presence,"[/color] she said softly, her voice still a bit shaky but she was for lack of a better term, holding it together as best she could. She wished to say more but she felt a gaze burning through her which caused her to turn. Lord Rutherford was standing back in the door way glaring at her, or was he looking past her? She couldn't quite be sure but it made her feel as if all the happiness she had ever felt was drained from her. Standing next to him on his arm was one of her sisters and his words rang through her memory. She couldn't have this. Not them...

	[color=0072bc]"Forgive my impertinence but I must bid you all farewell for now, I pray we can speak again this evening,"[/color] she said as she excused herself. Mumbling under her breath as she left, [color=0072bc]"God I hope my dance card fills up quickly..."[/color] She was never one who enjoyed these events but the last thing she wanted to do was have Lord Rutherford's arms around her that night on the dance floor. 

	Reaching the steps she curtsied shallowly before she was manhandled into Almack's by the loathsome man. She let it go and slipped her arm through his, letting him escort her into the building. At least it left her sister in tow and safely out of the mans grasp. Glancing over her shoulder she looked back to the three she had been speaking with, her eyes lingering on Fryor for a moment before disappearing inside. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the dance hall and glanced around, she would have much rather been on Fryors arm that evening but s if a man of his honor would lower himself to escort her anywhere. Feeling the grip tightening she gave into the notion that all she could hope for at this point was that her being on Lord Rutherfords arm would keep her mother from lasing out at her.