Illyana watched Lucien fill up the canteen with wide, hopeful eyes as moisture began to pool on her tongue and drip from the roof of her mouth. She had never known there would be a time when she would want water this badly...it had always been available to her at home. There was more than one kind of abuse.

She took the canteen from his hands and raised it to her mouth, but remembered to answer his question before taking a drink, [color=598527]"I'm from Utica, here in New York. Its not far."[/color] With this, she pressed the mouth of the bottle to her lips and gulped down more of the precious liquid.

She only stopped drinking when she heard another name mentioned. Faolan...this must be the friend that Lucien had mentioned. Illyana then turned her attention to the door, her body tensing as she braced for the entrance of another stranger.

Faolan had been outside for some time, and had heard a bulk of Lucien's conversation with the girl Illyana. Not wanting to startle or alarm her, he had opted to wait outside until the pair was finished speaking. He hadn't counted on Aurel's sharp sense of smell, for once, and so was a little surprised to hear that the boy had noticed him. This emotion was only outweighed by pride, the boy was learning well.

As soon as he was called, he sighed and made his way in as Aurel opened the door for him and closed it after he entered. He locked eyes with the child, her green gaze almost mirroring his own. Had to have Irish in her, maybe way back, but it was there. He then looked to Lucien and gestured to the pack he wore on his back. [color=a36209]"Didn't want to interrupt, but you're right, I have dinner for us all."[/color]