Immediately as Lucien arrived by the girl's side, Faolan jumped to his feet. He watched from above as Lucien checked her, gauging his reaction. Happy with the result, he quickly crossed the room and left it to take a watch and make sure that no one heard the disturbance, or worse, would come to investigate. He moved to the side windows in the front room, peeking out of them, but saw and heard nothing while Lucien and the girl remained in the room.

Illyana has fallen onto her elbow, which was ringing with pain. Her head had connected with the floor, but not hard enough to cause her any discomfort or serious injury. Slowly, she began to open her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered with the effort of it as her mind came back to her body. It was like waking from a very long sleep. Her muscles were so tired, so heavy, that it was hard to move. She could hear Lucien speaking to her, and eventually her eyes opened to reveal his face hovering over her.

She did as instructed, swallowing the saliva that was building up in her mouth. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she gained more and more consciousness, but she still was unable to move or speak. Her body was recovering from a shock akin to a heart attack or stroke, but she was used to this...it had happened many times before.

Faolan, satisfied that no one was coming to see what had happened, returned to the room. He spoke more quietly than before, worry written across his features, [color=a36209]"If she's okay, Lucien, I think we should get back to the bus."[/color] There was no need for them to stay here any longer, especially now that Illyana was injured. She was too weak to go through anything else, and already in so much pain...He didn't want her to have to suffer any longer, and if there was something he could do to stop it, he would.