Illyana cringed slightly at the man's next question as if she had seen something unsavory lurking in the corner. This made her uncomfortable, as it brought up many recent and extremely unpleasant memories. She reminded herself that this was behind her, that she didn't have to relive what had happened to her this past week...she didn't have to tell Lucien [i]everything[/i]. Not yet.

[color=598527]"I was on my way home. I got..."[/color] she paused, an unnatural liar, deception did not come easily to her, [color=598527]"lost."[/color] She looked down at her hands, which still gripped the canteen. It had grown warm between her palms, and suddenly she felt her throat aching for more liquid.

She held the canteen up to Lucien, [color=598527]"Can I have more?"[/color] she asked, her eyes large and her voice low and cracked like dry earth.