Faolan chuckled and nodded to Aurel's determined expression. [color=a36209]"I know you will."[/color] Considering the matter thoroughly discussed, he continued with his work setting up their meal.

At Lucien and Aurel's offer, he nodded, [color=a36209]"Thought you'd never ask."[/color] He said, obviously joking to those who knew him. [color=a36209]"Lucien, can you cut the bread into sandwich slices, and Aurel, can you set up the plates? I just have to warm this."[/color] He unwrapped the meat and tossed it in a pan he had left warming. It was perfectly rare, so all he wanted to do was heat it a bit, not actually cook it. It should only take a few moments, and then they would have sandwiches. He could hear the girl moving about the in trailer, but was unsure just how long it would take her to clean and dress herself. He made sure to keep the fire low so the meat wouldn't warm too quickly...she was weak and exhausted after all, it would take her much longer.  

Several more minutes passed before the girl emerged from the trailer. Faolan had been correct, her weakness had certainly slowed her down, though the promise of a warm meal was keeping her engaged with the activity for the moment. Illyana was normally a small eater, mousy, as her mother would say, but right now she knew she needed sustenance. It would be one of the few times that she would choose a meal over reading, as she often did when she was at home. It was all well and good, because her parents never preferred her presence at the table anyway and would usually have Isy bring her something after they had finished eating.

She washed herself with the towels, standing on one to keep the water off of the floor. Though her muscles still ached from lack of hydration and her limbs were shaky and unsteady, she managed to stay standing for the entirety of the procedure without getting anything too wet. She had always been a tidy child, another lesson enforced by her parents. 

When she was done, she changed into the clothes that Faolan had brought. Simple undergarments, a dress that was slightly too large but warm, soft, and not too flashy, and a dark blue coat that she wrapped tightly around herself. She found a mirror in a drawer and fixed her bangs so that they were laying over her forehead. As she had no hat and no scarf at the moment, this was the best way to hide her deformity.

Once she was finished and dressed, she made her way to the door after folding the towels and leaving them on the counter. She took a deep breath and opened the door to find the three men gathered around a fire outside. She stood in the doorway nervously, looking over at Lucien with her hands wringing together in front of her.