Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2023 11:36:27 GMT -5
[ Made for Cassian Rainecourt ]
Leaving the room had Iliana feeling all sorts of ways that she couldn't quite put words to. The Eldouir were back, officially back. They had their hands on one and the threat now lingered in the air. Hiram and the rest of the family would come for her. When? In an hour? A day? A week? She had been glad that she had set up surveillance around the ruins of what had once been the family's estate, but would those scouts even make it back to her if it was Hiram or Myla that they encountered? And after what had happened in that room, it was clear that the Eldouir were not the only one's to fear.
How many more of them were lingering and waiting for the chance that Oriana had gotten? Her hand still tucked into the crook of Cassian's drew her attention. Staring there for a moment as they walked through the halls. His guards not far behind, hers just as close behind her. October had saved her from whatever blast happened in that room. Had that heat been what caused the Huntsman to collapse? Was it something Oriana had done, or had the witch produced such a thing?
She turned her head to look back at their guards then, without her stopping, and took in the singed clothing they now wore, the edges frayed and the small parts of their faces burned. Everyone except her, October, and Cassian. What... had happened?
Iliana would refuse to stop at her office, even if Cassian tried to corral her into it, she couldn't be in there. Not right now. Instead she opted to bring them to her room, and would wait until it was cleared. Something that usually wouldn't happen in such detail but today was not a normal day. Once they were given the go ahead, she'd enter the room, wait for Cassian and her to be shut within as she stood near her window, looking out over Loren. The silence was deafening. Her mind still working a million miles a minute, and her hands flexing at her sides, still feeling that odd tingling lingering there.