Millicent heard the Fallen's words, one particular phrase ringing about in her mind, eyes refusing contact, simply to avoid the inevitable.<br/><br/>The offered gesture to her forehead left a heated mark upon her, and a momentary smile.<br/><br/>The reality strikes her suddenly that he perhaps offers this token as a means to entice into the magick, and that thought clears her mind of such.<br/><br/>Given his stature as her kind, the anger she expressed to the human was not shared with the Fallen. They were all originally simple creatures, love a given embedded imprint. Many still possessed such traits, and many abused them. She could not tell if his kindness was genuine, not at this time.<br/><br/>Instead she stares downward, still ashamed and awkward in her admission, her tone kept hushed. "Why would you save such a species you hate?? Why??"<br/><br/>She sighs heavily, her head shaking, eyes now taking a peek into his eyes, then at the portal. Her fingers wrap around his thumb, her body shaking as if cold. She takes a step towards the portal, her free hand rising to poke at it, biting at her lower lip.<br/><br/>Her tone tense now, quite the serious demeanor, she states, "I do not care what becomes of the masses, my concern is His death only. If this takes presidence over my request, I will come."<br/><br/>She steps through the portal, tugging at Solas' thumb to follow, speaking as the cavern is before her now, still in their common tongue, "you're trying to help them is as bad as I pretending..."<br/><br/>Mill's speech abruptly stops, her eyes finding Jimmy, then Kell; her thoughts halted in concern. She now clamps her jaws, stepping back, seeing Turbertus as well.<br/><br/>The area around them like none she's seen before, and although no feelings of death find way to her being here, she is oddly uncomfortable. Few elements are here to her advantage, and although Jimmy is bright eyed and Kell with a smile, Millicent fears.<br/><br/>An unusual emotion, these damn bodies they dwell in, and one she is unaccustomed to. She holds tight to the thumb of the man, pulling almost behind him, glancing at the portal.<br/><br/>A whine strays deep in her vocals, this place of Magick unholy to her, she should have stayed with Isolde, fought the King alone in the distance. Her thoughts bounce in her mind, offering no solace.<br/><br/>Even the strongest of heart and soul, shall fear. The darkness, her enemy, surrounds her, and she does not like it. At all.<br/><br/>Her eyes take in Kell's, she still trusts him not. Perhaps, his words will ease her; she hopes.