Faolan's moment of concern was broken by Aurel's forced contact, and though he was very quick, Aurel was faster and the lad had slipped away before he had a chance to snag him again. He fought a smile as he looked over at the young man as he slid behind Lucien, "hiding" from him. Instead of going after him for more, he pointed to his eye and then pointed to Aurel as a playful warning that he was being watched. Having him around had been a good distraction at least, and he knew that Aurel did not like to see either of them worried or concerned. He was growing into a fine young man, and Faolan was proud of him.

After a beat, he nodded in agreement with Lucien. [color=a36209]"Too right, I'm knackered,"[/color] he said, then headed for the door to the bus. It was about time all of them got a good night's rest so they were properly able to greet the coming days. The Irishman knew they would not be easy, for anyone.

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The next morning came and went, and Illyana remained unconscious until after lunch. Lucien had checked on her several times, holding his fingers to her nose and checking her temperature in addition to small healing treatments to keep any stomach cramps or fever at bay. The girl seemed to be improving, but her body was craving the rest. Though he had to touch her to heal her, she didn't wake up when he entered the room, which was best anyway as he did not want to alarm her.

Though, eventually the time came when consciousness slowly returned to her. It had been like waking before, slowly, but it came more easily to her. At first, she was confused as her sight returned and focused on another unfamiliar ceiling. It smelled strange too...not like home and not like outside, but like a strange combination of the two. 

Once the awareness of her unfamiliar position struck her, she shot into a sitting position in bed, chest heaving as she looked around. Slowly, calm touched her as she remembered the events of the previous evening. The bus, Lucien, Faloan, Aurel, the viper and the roast beef sandwich rushed back into her mind all at once. She was in a tiny ovular pod of a domicile, this must have been the small trailer attached to the back of the bus she had seen before. How had she gotten here...? One of them must have brought her. 

She looked around, calmed more when she found that she was alone. The windows were open, which let in sunlight and a fresh, warm breeze. There was a bookshelf and the bed, but not much room for anything else. It was small and sparse, but clearly lived in. The strangest thing about it was the metal bars that had been added to span the inside roof space...what purpose they served, Illyana could not fathom at the moment.

Once she felt grounded, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood. She raised her eyebrows in surprise when she felt no pain in her feet or legs upon standing, and then realized that she had also managed to sit up in bed without pain or soreness...maybe the night's rest had been better for her than she'd imagined. That, or Lucien had used more of his ability on her while she slept. Though she hadn't given her consent, she couldn't be mad. After all, she'd had no dreams and she suspected her was only trying to help.

Before leaving the trailer, she checked to be sure her bag was there and found a glass of water and a plate of food sitting near the bed. It was the other half of her sandwich. She hadn't planned on eating, but the sight of the food sent her stomach to moaning, so she paused to eat a little more before exiting. 

She still hadn't managed to finish the meal, but did her best to make a dent before she was full, and left Aurel's space to greet the day. The sun blasted her in the face as she opened the door, and she shielded her eyes to protect them from the light. She could see nothing at all for several moments as she blinked the moisture from her eyelashes, trying to see the figures that were huddled in chairs nearby.