<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian straightened up after the blast, giving her a quick once over to check that nothing had hit her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “Well, that isn’t quite what I was expecting to teleport into, but I really shouldn’t be surprised. Thankfully you’re okay, and that’s all that matters right now.”</span> He turned around towards Illian, giving her a look at the slices in his back where the shards had gotten through his shield. Because they were in daylight he couldn’t heal effectively, so they stayed open, bleeding like a normal mortal’s wounds. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Why am I not surprised that it would be you that is harassing my apprentice?” </span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"><br/>
Illian looked up at Lucian, a painful grimace on his face. He had gotten the full brunt of the blast, and he was covered in a lot of small cuts. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Whatever do you mean? The two of us were just having a lovely conversation about her training and how she would be better off coming with me than staying with a blood-sucker like you, then I get attacked and you arrived in a puff of smoke. Do you not trust your apprentice enough to not intervene where she doesn’t want you?</span>”</span>