Illiiya Jaelrae

The night had not been kind to her. Until Lothar had guided her inside, Illiiya had not even seemed willing to move from her spot beside Leopold's body. Even once she did, she had met all attempts to speak with her with only one barely muttered set of words.

All... my fault....

She had not so much slept as laid down for a long time, unwilling to see the nightmares that were awaiting her when exhaustion finally claimed her. The morning brought little change in her demeanor either, until she stepped outside at Lothar's urgings and saw the bare spot where Leopold once lay. The worry that he may have become a wandering, dead thing like the knight was more than she could bear.

W-where? She muttered weakly, Where is he?