Millicent hears Jarvan speak, highly concerned, and with a quick step finds way out of the Apothecary.<br/><br/>She knows what needs done, and swiftly, making way to the main gates, guards trying to stop her. She sweeps her hands before her, forcing a tidal gust of air towards them, their bodies pulled from their feet as they are swept back an away from her.<br/><br/>Determined to find her own answers, her feet carry her from the gates into the fields, breathless, she stands tall, head lowering. Her hands tug at her cotehardie, trying to free the cumbersome attire. Her ears perk, she hears the call, and quickly answers it.<br/><br/>She now kneels, again palms upon the ground, one deep breath in, a large exhale out, the body she possesses falling to the ground as she tears her spirit from it.<br/><br/>Without a sound, the ethereal mist that harbors her soul simply vanishes against the sky.