She could take no more, the pressure in her chest of massive proportion, her right hand clawing at her sternum; her breaths jagged and sharp, eyes cringing and watered.<br/><br/>She moves quickly, tensely speaking "carry on without me", moving to the nearest cavern that snaked from the main, her cotehardie smacking against her ankles.<br/><br/>It dark and chilled here, this cavity desolate, she drops to her knees, palms in front of her on the filthy ground. Wheezing she begs in a whisper, "help me, Father,  release me of this obligation."<br/><br/>Her Maker does not release her, however, he does offer a means by which to leave this place which harbors such feelings.<br/><br/>The shadows writhe now, snaking over her trembling body, as if devouring her. Quickly she shifts, becoming as they, retreating into the corners, sliding into the vents, finding way back into the town square, slinking towards the town gates, taking a peek.<br/><br/>Momentarily, these shadows of Millicent's, a cover offered to her by her Creator, take form, tumbling up and coalescing into her shape, dancing against the moonlight; then quickly tumble back down against the cool ground, tugging around townspeoples' feet and under their shoes and boots as they move to the Apothecary.<br/><br/>Leaving a shaded path in their wake, they snake under the entrance, skittering towards Isolde's back nook, and again take shape to her form. Her body now a mass of black shadows, she exhales slowly, and the shadows retreat from her figure, creeping from where they came.<br/><br/>Bright eyes wander to the woman, Jarvan and Isolde, watching them and listening, still scratching at her chest, which again, calms now. She writes the nagging pain off as a product of being in the underground caverns, and associates this being two-fold having been near the other Fallen. Two beings of their kind were not meant for such close proximaty, her head now clearing enough to take in what the woman, Raven, is stating.<br/><br/>This is more serious than Millicent had expected; between Kell's preparations and readiness for saving this town, which is needed if they are all to survive, and the woman who now speaks, this is far greater than anyone could have imagined. Mill's brow furrows, and she simply stands there in the nook, hands pulling behind her back, in a relaxed stance.<br/><br/>This woman, is the key to understanding the Dark King, which Millicent needs to do in order to fulfill her duty to society. Her head tilts and she looks at Jarvan, and then Isolde, for their answer as to whether they intend to carry on and through with help, is of the utmost importance to her.<br/><br/>Millicent fears, however, and highly. If the trio before her, Isolde of which she has formed a bond, decides to carry on with Jarvan, who Mill already knows is a good-hearted and pure soul, she would indeed have to do all she can to help them and protect them. Few bonds she has in this world, and those she does make, she does not take lightly.<br/><br/>As tired as she is, and in need of a good cleaning, she simply watches and listens, her eyes taking a seat on the woman named Raven, unable to determine exactly what side she is on until given more information and seeing her true nature.