"Does a plague make you stronger, longer-lived, and free? I was alive when it first struck, and I live even today, as young, and as beautiful as I desire to be," she said with a smile. "The strong thrive, the weak... they don't even suffer. No lives of endless toil and misery, followed by a painful death, even for the least among us. Are your people happy? Are they free?" She smiled again. "Let me know if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable. I wish these bonds weren't needed, but I can't have you harming yourself, or others."<br/><br/>Regardless of Illania's response, though, she'll lean in, and kiss the priestess gently on the cheek and neck, drawing out her energy, and whispering words of magic into her ear, directing her to not resist the next spell she casts. Once she was sure it stuck, she gently tapped her captive with a wand, sending a feeling of malaise and wool-headedness through her victim. "Rest well," she said, before departing to Sylvia's room. (Suggestion until it sticks, then Bestow Curse to apply -6 to Will)<br/><br/>This time, she tried a different approach, stepping into the room, then, once in Sylvia's sight, shifting herself to become a beautiful elf, with long, platinum hair, tinged with hints of red, pale skin, and striking, green eyes. "I was like you, once. Strong, brave, and utterly terrified of what this mist swirling around me was doing," she said, as she made her way over to the bed and sat down. "I fought, and I sought to protect my people from it. Many of them are likely your ancestors, I imagine. But... then I realized, there was nothing to fight. You're strong enough, you're not going to lose your mind. You'll simply be free. Stronger, longer-lived. You no longer need to eat or drink, even." She broke into a wistful smile. "You'll always be young, and beautiful... look at me. I haven't aged a day. All of your people... they're trapped, in their mountaintop fortresses. Most spend their whole lives, forever locked inside. Are they really free? Are they really happy? Living long, slow, miserable, fearful lives, that end in nothing but pain and loss? Who would even want that?"<br/><br/>She cocked her head, looking at the bound elf, then removed her gag, to let her speak.