Secretive-type elven meeting

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Illiiya looked about, awkwardly as the two stepped outside... seeming more anxious and nervous with every step. She ended up moderately content with a little nook to the side of the building, where at least there didn't seem to be so many people about.

Do not even think to-

After shuffling her feet in nervous reluctance for a moment, Illiiya stepped forward and grabbed tight to the front of Ithelus' shirt, pressing her lips to his in the awkward manner of someone not entirely familiar with the nuances of the gesture.


(That seems an appropriate enough place to await a response.)