Isolde looked from the corner of her eye as Jarvan shifted his focus. The air in the corner was full of darting orbs and a mist hovered near the ceiling. An apparition that looked like Millicent stood there, looking concerned. Isolde wouldn't say she was distressed, because she believed that Millicent was always in control of her feeling or maybe not feelings but was focused on her purpose.<br/><br/>Jarvan's insistence on leaving so soon caused Isolde to look up quickly.<br/><br/>"Raven is in no shape to travel." Isolde, the healer said. "Even with magic, she needs to rest."<br/><br/>She felt the urgency to leave acutely, in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Jarvan was right.<br/><br/>"How can we go? What if Little Jimmy and Millicent return and we are gone from this place? They will be helpless, especially Jimmy."<br/><br/>She could feel the hysteria rising in her voice and struggled to quiet it.<br/><br/>The ghostly form of Millicent waved to them, as if trying to communicate a message. She pointed and then crossed her arms. Isolde couldn't figure out what she was trying to say. Turning her attention back to Raven, she did the only thing she knew to do. She got up and started boiling water.