Faolan made his way over to Lucien with his hands in his pockets. He could see the hurt in his beloved's eyes, and he wanted to comfort him, but knew that now was not the time or place. It was Illyana that needed comforting now, anyway.

The Irishman allowed a bit of his anger to show through in his expression now that he and Lucien were out of view of the children. In answer he glanced at the house and took a deep breath, but came back with the same result as before. [color=a36209]"No more than a week, no less than three days."[/color] he said matter-of-factly.

His eyes hardened a bit when he glanced at Lucien again, not in anger at the man but in frustration at their predicament. [color=a36209]"I think it's pretty clear what happened here, Lucien. The same thing that happened to Aurel in Germany...they left her."[/color] After this, he pressed his teeth together, the muscles in his jaw working as he looked at the house once more. 

There were still questions that needed to be answered from Illyana herself, now more than ever. It was clear that there was never a camping trip like the one she had described, although he could tell that she had been lying when she told them this. So, how had she ended up so far from home in the first place? This was a delicate situation, but one that they needed to get to the bottom of as soon as possible. 

[color=a36209]"Whatever you need to do. Let me know if you want me to get inside. I doubt there is anything in there, but maybe they left something that can point us in the right direction."[/color] While stealth in urban settings was not necessarily a strength of Faolan's, he was a hunter and a tracker and this was a good time to put those skills to use.

While this conversation was happening outside, Illyana had entered the bus and was now sitting on the bench where she and Aurel had their travelling conversations. She leaned forward, gripping the frame with her hands so tightly that her knuckles were stark white. She stared at the floor, the shoes that Faolan had brought her swinging gently with her breaths. She watched her tears as they detached from her cheeks and splashed onto the floor, a steady stream of droplets. She did not cry like children usually did.

At Aurel's words, she simply nodded, but did not otherwise react. She was overwhelmed by all of the emotions, the questions swirling around in her head. She barely had enough energy to handle that, let alone carry on a conversation. Though, she had to say that his presence was at least a little comforting. Though she was lost, she knew that she wasn't entirely alone.