<span style="font-style: italic">"What business have you here?"</span><br/><br/>Millicent stopped her wandering to the gate, brow furrowing at his words, the tongue used now expressing in fact and without doubt he was thrown down by their Maker. She inhales, taking strides backwards, until she reaches his stopped figure, almost bumping into his chest. Her head turns to look over her left shoulder, strands of hair falling against her cheek as she speaks in a quiet and eased tone. "That is my matter, sir. I could ask the same. Perhaps it is because of you I am here. To clean up your mess.".<br/><br/>She now turns, she shorter than he and smaller in totality, her lips barely reaching his jawline, and she again invades space by standing on tiptoe to continue her speech and thoughts against his left cheek. "Perhaps I am here to collect you. What say you, Fallen? Are you the reason I am in this miserable place, eh? If so, let us make this quick and as painless for you as possible."<br/><br/>She smiles brightly as she takes a quick breath, blowing gently against Solas' cheek, taunting him as only she can. She keeps their originating language quiet, glancing behind his shoulder as the figure who has been called a thief is slowing down, brow raising as she sees others racing towards this being. Hopefully things will go well for this person, who she believes now to be a female by the figure's shape.<br/><br/>Regaining stature, Millicent adds, "Give to me your soul, sir. I promise to keep it near and offer peace. Consider it an offering of the greatest kind. I wish you no ill will, nor further pain, I know you hurt, I can feel this. You are tired, let me help you rest now."<br/><br/>This offering is one of compassion, she is no monster per sae. She knows of the struggles, and of those cast down, and what they go through. She knows that they rarely end up good or even happy, and this offer is one that will only be given once. If she must take his soul, and it is his she has been sent for, when his body fades, she will not approach this cause as lightly as now.<br/><br/>Millicent is well aware his soul MUST be taken if his body passes whether she has been sent for his or not. Fallens do not go left behind when the body is deceased. Period.<br/><br/>She sighs gently against his cheek, her right hand pushing the strands of hair from her face behind her ear, trying to convince him to do what is right. "let me help you, Fallen....I can take away the pain...".<br/><br/>She leans back slightly, her head tilting to stare up at him, complete seriousness written across her features. The tug upon her chest that had begun to fade, the nudge from a dying body she encases in the future, comes upon her again. She makes a solid effort to control this deep inside of her, and not show such pain, and fear of what she does not know, on her face. Without thought, her right palm pulls upward to his forehead, and passes over his face slowly until it reaches his chin, where it falls back to her side.<br/><br/>One might find this gesture strange, even unnerving. To Millicent, it is one of a revered sort.<br/><br/>It is stated that this gesture clears one's soul, it opens their eyes, allowing one to 'see' inside of the receiver. It is also a very private and compassionate gesture, offering peace and a token of affection. After all, he was once as she. He was of pure heart and soul, and for whatever reason cast out. Something went wrong with him, however, as with all Fallen, Millicent holds no personal grudge nor hate towards them; it is not in her own soul to do so. At least not at this time.<br/><br/>She again leans forward, head tilting in a listen to his reply.