Illiana was dressed rather simply, a pair of black pants and a grey loose fitting top.  She smiled softly as the elderly defender dotted upon her.  She was currently leaning back against a over stuffed, age worn chair.  Her body seemed completely relaxed but her eyes were keenly focussed upon her guest.  Her tale intrigued her, but a part of it had made her on edge...  She had learned not to trust anything inhuman unless it had an expansive history of domestication.<br/><br/>When the young woman went searching for the lost item, she silently got to her feet and headed towards where she had stowed the piece of jewellery.  She returned smiling gently, and held it out to the woman.  “Is this what your looking for?”<br/>