Illyana was completely taken aback when she felt her feet leave the floor. She dropped the book she had been holding, which bounced onto the bed face down and open. [color=598527]"Ack!"[/color] she squealed, then looked up at Ivory, surprised as confused as the dhampir placed her on the bed. For a moment, she was still an silent, unsure of what to say or do. She was not often in unwilling contact with others, given her situation, but she noted that Ivory had taken care that there was no skin-to-skin contact. After she had calmed herself, she twisted her mouth in begrudging acceptance, attempting to pout. Ivory was right, after all, and Illyana knew this, even if she didn't like it. Lucien would simply have a fit if he found out that she stayed up late for another night to research Geralt, especially this early on. No, she had to admit that this time she could not force herself to stay awake and read. But still, the allure of knowledge was too strong, [color=598527]"But, I promise I'll only--"[/color] another yawn broke her sentence, this time it was jaw-cracking, and it made her eyes water. When she was finished, she fell silent again before letting out a sigh. She couldn't say she wasn't grateful for the offer of assistance. She glanced around the bed, seeing the sheer amount of ground she still had to cover, and seemed to deflate as she realized that she would need to accept Ivory's help if she wanted this done quickly. She knew the dhampir well enough to gather that she would not leave her trailer until Illyana was truly, finally, asleep. [color=598527]"Well...I would appreciate an extra set of eyes."[/color] She reached across the bed and slid a pile of seven books towards Ivory. [color=598527]"I've already skimmed these a couple times, but you can start here. If you finish, let me know, there's plenty more to keep us busy."[/color] she said, glancing around at the other books on the bed. She had to admit, even sitting here in comfort was making her tired. She yawned again, then reached for the closest tome.