Millicent's brow raised as Kell spoke of memory exhaustion, vows, and the purpose of those there.<br/><br/>She found his words noble, and believed him; he was indeed of good heart, simply caught in a web of Magick and secrecy. This was perhaps why she felt the unease she had when near the man.<br/><br/>She lowers her head, tongue tracing her inner cheek, realizing that Kell has no idea of what both she and the other Fallen are capable of. On the other side of the spectrum, she definately has no clue as to their power or abilities.<br/><br/>Her body stiffens at this realization, as she has been around some Magick, Isolde herself has shown such in the spell winding in Mill's body, yet she has avoided and stayed from the powers that Isolde holds and these people at high costs. At least she avoided Magick until Isolde's gesture, which Millicent had herself requested, and now fears what effect this will have upon her in the days to come.<br/><br/>She clears her throat, eyes glancing at Jimmy, he nodding feverishly in acceptance; her fingers gripping tighter at Solas's thumb. She whines deep in her throat again, fearing this unknown, and hates herself for being so childish.<br/><br/>She has fought many evil beings, the King only heard tale of, and knows she has been sent on a mission far, FAR over her capabilities. She questions the reasoning, finding herself bitter at her Maker; contemplating as to if she were sent to fail. If this is the case, all she knows...is a farce.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, she extends her free hand in Kell's direction, now drawing her gaze to meet his own, her vocals remain tense and unnerved. "I am Millicent, and will see further into your world of worlds. Promises of committal, at this time, I cannot offer, unless of course, I have been able to find your way of fighting your cause justifiable."<br/><br/>She cringed at her own words, biting her tongue, how rude she sounded in fear. She had to get this emotion in check, the sooner the better.<br/><br/>Her taken hand continues to pressure Solas' thumb, anxiously fidgeting with it as she allows the men to handle this business moreso than she. She is just the collector of the bounty, the more that rallied towards this cause the better for the cause, and the easier for her to snatch the black souls.