Illyana was glad to see that their conversation had caused Aurel's aura to brighten, as this had been her intention. She agreed to help with the snakes, then pressed the book to her chest and watched her friend as he made his way toward the water, removing his clothes as he did so. As she saw that his skin was becoming exposed, the medium re-positioned herself to at least somewhat block Geralt's line of sight on the young man. Once he was fully submerged, she relaxed a bit and the smile slowly returned to her face as a cool breeze brushed past her face. The smell out here was wonderful, and the way the wind moved through the tree branches...it was nice to spend some time outside every now and again.

Geralt watched the two younger denizens' interactions closely as the lull in his and Lucien's conversation deepened. He saw the way they looked at each other, their body language...it was clear that they were comfortable with each other. Curious, he hadn't noticed this before. Illyana's expression when she spoke to the young German was soft and gentle, at ease, but it was different than the way she looked when she spoke to Lucien. He couldn't quite tell what was going on between them, but it had to be something.

Lucien's words drew his eye back to the object of his desires once more. He crossed his arms over his chest as he listened, nodding sagely. [color=crimson]"Ah, I see..."[/color] he said, and caught sight of the carnies beginning the setup for the mess area tent. He leaned over to get a better look around. [color=crimson]"I think I might be of service with at least some of this. Do you mind if I excuse myself?"[/color] he said this as he slowly began to take a step toward where the carnies were gathered. He would make short work of their toil, and would barely break a sweat. What better way to demonstrate his value to Lucien than to help his tired, his poor, his huddled masses?