Illiana remained silent most of the journey home, she was using the old warrior a bit of support.  The young woman did relax a bit in the arms of her mentor, her breathing slow and she felt exhaustion setting into her limbs and her mind.<br/><br/>As the older warrior turned to leave, the young woman rushed forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him, her body trembled ever so slightly, she spoke not a word but held the man in a tight embrace, a few tears fell from her eyes causing a few damp spots to appear on her mentor shirt.  She remained like this for quite some time, before taking a single step back and allowing her arms to fall limply at her sides.<br/><br/>“Goodnight...  And thank you, for everything.”  She waited for him to depart and shut and locked her door.  She then stored her weaponry, placed the talisman on a cabinet,  and headed towards her rest room and disrobed.  The defender turned on the water, and set it to a high heat and stepped inside.<br/><br/>Almost immediately crimson ran down the drain, she lathered up a rag and began to roughly scrub the filth from her skin leaving her normally milk white flesh a rather raw pink.  All the while water ran over her body, flowing down the contours of her frame.  Next was her hair, she spent a good deal of time shampooing it,   running her fingers through her golden hair until it was restored to its original shine and lustre.  When she was sure she was clean, she turned off the water towel dried.  And headed towards her bed, and collapsed on top of it, and pulled the blankets close around her.<br/><br/>Now, that she was alone, and isolated she sobbed softly into her pillow until, her body drifted off into a rather restless sleep.  Constantly tormented by dreams of the wicked beast, she woke up in a cold sweat more then once, she wanted to run to Tarion’s hut, and jump beneath his blankets...  She knew he could banish her nightmares, but she knew rumors would fly, and she didn’t want to harm the man’s sterling reputation.  So, she spent her night alone, stuck somewhere between the waking world and the dreaming.