Millicent pulled her hands to her face momentarily, rubbing at her eyes and forehead, an inevitable migraine approaching; how lovely of the council to offer her more in being human than she wished. She was confused, and too understanding of those around her, too human in thought, emotion, and this was all new to her.<br/><br/>She had no time to embrace such a thing, not at the moment; Jarvan, Isolde, Jimmy, they all entered as did Raven back into the portal of the caverns, and Millicent shuddered. She had no choice, and suddenly she realized, that she had to do this, she had to work with them all, and furthermore she wanted to.<br/><br/>Her right hand again slips to her left ribcage, gently pressing against the broken bones, and she proceeds past Solas and Turbertus, entering the Magick entrance again. Many were speaking to Kell, and she saw his concern, as well as the others, she felt their emotions, especially Kell's, as he did not understand what she had to do, and she sensed anger towards her being.<br/><br/>Mill needed to reassure him, that she was on his side, and would give all she could to help him and these people, that without them, she could not fulfill her own duty to the Council, to this world. As she passes him, she offers a look into his eyes, her own bright, and pulls her hand from her ribcage, wincing, and places it on the man's muscular forearm.<br/><br/>If Kell were a man, and she believed him to be, that was able to feel, and see, he would understand the silent communication between them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Millicent had to leave, and abruptly, to meet with her own Maker; to understand the seriousness of this battle, and what she must do, or she would perish, and fail to Kell's world as he knows it, but also her own Celestial world. She needed to be grounded, and given the ability to understand human nature, and that although Magick is considered, to her, a part of evil, she must accept it, and she must work with them all. Her gesture with her shadowed friends, only was meant that she did not wish Magick upon herself, and she reiterated this as she held warmly to Kell's forearm. Somewhere deep within her being, she admired him greatly; and trusted him with her own life, as she was simply the one that would take the Dark King's soul, and see to it that it would be destroyed for always.</span><br/><br/>She breathed inward slowly, groaning loudly, her hand immediately leaving the man's own forearm, pulling back to her ribcage, lowering her eyes and head before Kell; Millicent was now acknowledging him as the master of his domain, and succumbing respectfully.<br/><br/>Given the chaos of those entering the portal, she steps further into the open cavern, and finds Isolde and Jimmy. Mill smiles at the sight of her two friends, and quickly reaches for Jimmy, hugging him warmly, and kissing his cheeks. She whines out, releasing him, blinking at how much he seems to have grown, not in physical stature but in his features, and determination.<br/><br/>She now hugs Isolde, kissing her cheeks, whispering against her ear, 'tell me you have a quick fix for a few broken bones, aye?' Mill then steps back, hand again holding to her side, beaming at Isolde, her free hand giving a sweep at the borrowed dress she is wearing. 'I need to visit your closet more often, m'lady!'