Illyana did her best to respond to Lucien's questions. Though agency was returning to her, it was slow and steady and she knew not to rush it. Her body just needed to catch up to her again. She would have preferred that he didn't pick her up, but there was no other way to get out of the house unless they waited, and that wouldn't be safe either. She would just have to bare it an hope for now.

Faolan was also relieved to see that the girl was responding to Lucien, that at least meant that no irreversible damage had been done in her fall. Once Lucien was gathering her up, the Irishman lead the two of them out the way they had come in. It was fortunate for them that they did not run into anyone and that neither he nor Aurel had spotted any wandering eyes. 

When they reached the bus, Faolan shut the door behind them and stood awkwardly next to Lucien as he set the girl down. He flashed a tight smile to Aurel to show him that everything was okay, but the worry was plain on his face. It was clear that they did not have all of the facts, and that what they didn't know could put them in danger. Faolan had kept the three of them safe all of these years, and he would be glad to do the same for Illyana, but she was revealing herself to be a greater risk that he had known originally, and that worried him. 

[color=a36209]"I hate to do this..."[/color] he said, keeping his voice low, [color=a36209]"But we need to move. The longer the bus stays here, the more conspicuous we become."[/color] He then glanced at Illyana, who was lying on her back and blinking slowly as she regained control over herself, [color=a36209]"We won't go far,"[/color] he said directly to her, then didn't wait for approval before moving to the driver's seat and throwing the bus into drive.

During the travel, Illyana was able to recover from her...episode. As the bus bumped along, she felt feeling returning to her body and her strength, though sapped, slowly build back up in her muscles. She realized at some point during the drive that she was still clutching her sister's barrette in her hand, and held it tightly against her chest. She felt like crying, but no tears would fall. She knew that there would be questions waiting once she was able to speak, and she knew she would have to answer them all...truthfully this time. Now that her situation was revealed, she was sure that Faolan and Lucien would refuse to help her until she told them everything. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...they were...special too. Maybe they would understand?

Faolan did not take them far, as promised. He pulled the bus into the first lot they found that was no occupied by other vehicles, buildings or people. It appeared to be the remains of a hardware store, closed. He pulled the bus around the back of it to keep them away from prying eyes, then parked. Lucien had stayed back with the girl as they drove, likely to make sure she didn't fall from the bench. The Irishman leaned over the seat and met his gaze, then nodded discreetly toward the bus door. They needed to talk, privately.