Illyana set her cup down and took a seat across from Ivory, picking up a wet rag from a dish as she did so. She began to wipe her face as Ivory spoke, removing the makeup she had worn for her readings. It had never felt natural, but it had been her idea to dye her hair and paint her face to draw in more customers. When she was younger, before she had thought of impersonating a Romani, she pulled half the amount of clientele that she did now.

[color=598527]"Oh,"[/color] she said in answer as she finished cleaning one eyelid, [color=598527]"You know, some nights are better than others."[/color] She paused a second as she began to work on the other eye, keeping her gaze on the table. [color=598527]"Just...one of the women, she wanted to channel her son. It was...hard on us both."[/color] She shrugged a bit, then smiled weakly up at Ivory as she finished wiping her face. She left the stained rag on the table as she held the teacup to her lips and sipped the warm, soothing liquid. She felt the stress of the day melt away with it as the Chamomile warmed her throat and chest.

[color=598527]"You wanted to tell me something?"[/color] she asked, clearly preferring to change the subject.