Illyana could tell immediately that Lucien was holding something back, but she couldn't blame him. He was in the worst position of all of them, having to make this decision without the full support of the troupe, and knowing the risks. This couldn't be easy for him.

It was Ivory's comment that sparked a bit of surprise and unease from the fortune teller. She glanced between the two of them, her brow furrowing. This news was certainly concerning, but she was glad Ivory had gone along. Not only was she willing to protect Lucien, she was one of the few among them who [i]could[/i] at the moment, and she wouldn't hesitate. At her last comment, Illyana blushed visibly and looked away. She definitely had not been expecting that sort of attention from their new prospect, but then again, she never was.

Her nervousness quickly faded when Lucien spoke up again. She wracked her brain for a moment, her fingers resting on her chin as she cradled her elbow in the opposite hand. [color=598527]"His eyes, hm?"[/color] She thought for a moment longer, shifting her weight from one leg to the next, [color=598527]"It doesn't really [i]mean[/i] anything to me..."[/color] But there was something that was bugging her, itching at the back of her mind. Dark, dead eyes like a dark endless abyss...heat and swirling vapor...far away sighs and screams...

But she couldn't place it. She twisted her lips in annoyance and shook her head, [color=598527]"No, nothing right now. But, I can do some research."[/color] She said, a new fire lit in her eyes as she looked at the two of them again. [color=598527]"I better get started, show tomorrow."[/color] She said, and turned away suddenly to trot back to her trailer. Before she got too far, she turned and waved as an after thought, shouting, [color=598527]"Good night!"[/color] before contiuning on her way.