Despite her tired state, Ivory was still watchful of the rest of the filling process. She was honestly surprised to see Geralt help as much as he did. Was he just trying to show off? She wasn't really sure, but it seemed to have taken a bit of a toll on him. She didn't feel like this was an act. The man didn't seem to be the type to purposefully show weakness to this extent. She watched the exchange between him and Illy, but hadn't said or moved from where she was, as Lucien was quick to approach him. 

The ringleader had noticed the magician's strain, and grew concerned. He didn't think he would end up pushing himself so far to get this done, but it was clear that he had been affected by it. He knew mental abilities could be strenuous on the mind, after all he had helped with Illyana's headaches on numerous occasions. He watched Illyana leave the man be fairly quickly, though he appreciated that despite her distrust and dislike of the man, she had still tried to help him.

[color=burlywood]"Geralt?"[/color] Lucien questioned as he approached, his voice soft. He didn't know how bad it was. He felt a little bad, as he found it unfair for Geralt to end up feeling ill at what was to be his own celebration. 

[color=burlywood]"Are you alright? I know psychic abilities can be quite tiring at times.. I may be able to help with that? If you'd like?"[/color] He decided to offer, in case it was really that bad.