Lucien could see how hard this was for Illyana.. but he admired her determination to continue despite it. It seemed her parents had done a good job of emptying everything, at least, that's what he thought until they reached the room he assumed was where Illyana slept, which she seemed quite hesitant to enter. He didn't speak up or pressure her, knowing she needed to take this at her own pace. 

He was surprised to see that there was still furniture here, but he could tell about half of it was missing.. which made sense if the girl had a twin. He couldn't help but feel upset at the fact they had left all this here, not even thinking of how their child could possibly feel upon seeing just how blatantly they had planned to leave her behind.. that is unless they thought there was no way she could return here. That thought frustrated him further. Illyana did not deserve this pain. 

He watched the girl with saddened eyes as she walked around the room, inspecting what was left of her things. Perhaps they'd be able to take some of it back with them if she wanted them in her possession. Once this house was re-sold he knew it would most likely get thrown out or taken away... 

Faolan's voice shifted his attention, as he had seemingly found something of Illyana's at least, that's what they thought at first. He was glad that she at least had something of her sister's to keep. No matter how small.. things like that were nice to have. 

What happened when Illyana touched the small barrette was nothing anyone he has expected. He ran to them as Faolan called out his name, kneeling down on the floor next to Illyana. Gently he lifted the girl's head, only to check to make sure she hadn't gotten a concussion or anything of the sort during her fall, considering how fragile she seemed. Feeling nothing off, he looked her over with worried eyes.

[color=burlywood]"Illyana, can you hear me?"[/color] He asked her, attempting to remain calm. She seemed to be conscious but not particularly responsive. [color=burlywood]"It may have been some sort of seizure.."[/color] He muttered but was still unsure, it had all happened too quickly. 

[color=burlywood]"If you can hear my voice, try to take slow, deep breaths."[/color] He had seen such a thing before, and there would certainly have been further cause for alarm had the seizure lasted too long, but hopefully the worst of it was over. The best he could do for her was attempt to give her instruction if she could fully grasp his words.