Despite her disappointment, Illyana knew that Lucien and Faolan's explanations made sense. It was calming, in a way, to know that they were willing to get her home in the best condition possible. But she also knew that they were not unintelligent in their own rights; they had seen her family's photo, and given her condition, probably feared that they would be taking her back to a less-than-savory environment. Despite their misgivings, she sensed no deception in either of their voices or in the [i]feelings[/i] they gave off. Either way, she was in their hands and she would just have to trust them.

She nodded to Lucien, and though she opened her mouth to speak another, this time jaw-cracking yawn escaped her instead. She rode it out, but felt herself wobble slightly as she did so. The fatigue, now that she had eaten, had finally caught up with her. Suddenly she was so tired...exhausted even, that she felt her eyelids growing heavy. In the middle of a conversation, though she was fighting for consciousness, she felt it leaving her, and fast. [color=598527]"Yes, I understand..."[/color] she said quietly, blinking slowly and yawning again.

Faolan watched the girl wearily as he saw the last bit of strength leaving her. Now that her body had obtained the fuel it so needed, she was crashing quickly. He heard all that Lucien said, and was grateful for it, but was more focused on making sure the girl didn't collapse into the dirt right in front of them.

[color=a36209]"It's late,"[/color] he said after Illyana answered, and stood to begin collecting everyone's dishes. [color=a36209]"Why don't we get a good night's rest and figure everything out in the morning."[/color] Although it was phrased like a question, Faolan's tone made it more of a command.