Faolan was relieved to hear Lucien change the subject. If he knew one thing, it was that this girl needed to eat, and sooner rather than later. [color=a36209]"I left some washing water outside,"[/color] he said, and began to move toward the door, [color=a36209]"I'll put it in a bucket and bring it in with a clean cloth."[/color]

Illyana's attention was immediately taken once more by Lucien's voice, and she jumped slightly as he interrupted them. She had been about to ask Aurel how he was communicating with the creature, but she supposed this was something that she could discuss with him later. She was rather dirty, and she didn't want to scare Isabella by showing up at home looking like this. Lucien was right, it was best if she washed herself, especially if she was going to eat.

She nodded in agreement, then slid the bundle toward her. Why she had decided to stand then and there, she did not know, but her legs seemed to slip out from under her of their own accord. As soon as she tried to hold her own weight, her legs shook, wavered and buckled beneath her. Dizziness struck her head and she felt herself falling, but managed to catch herself against the arm of the bench before she collapsed. She sensed movement next to her and an alarmed look crossed her face as she saw Lucien reach towards her. [color=598527]"Don't touch me!"[/color] she shouted and shirked away from his hands, moving away as far as she could while still balancing on the bench.

Faolan had been halfway outside when he heard the shuffle behind him and Illyana call out. Though her voice was not loud, her tone was commanding and forceful. He turned to see the scene and furrowed his brows. There was much more to this than the girl was willing to share, of this he was sure.