[She doesn't want Eustace to follow, lest this spell or sickness or whatever it is puts any ideas into his head.
She'll walk away, muttering things under her breath, and she keeps her ears swiveled in his direction to make sure that he isn't behind her as she heads to her room and promptly shuts the door.
For a while, it's silent, and it almost seems like Ilsa's locked herself in there and refuses to come out... like she's hiding away from him until the whole thing blows over, but soon enough, they'll hear the sound of drawers opening and closing and the rustling sounds of clothes being moved about...
Before she returns with a simple baggy white T-shirt in her hands that she throws at Eustace.]
Here. It might be a little small, but you should put that on underneath the sweater.
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Er... Just wait here.
[She doesn't want Eustace to follow, lest this spell or sickness or whatever it is puts any ideas into his head.
She'll walk away, muttering things under her breath, and she keeps her ears swiveled in his direction to make sure that he isn't behind her as she heads to her room and promptly shuts the door.
For a while, it's silent, and it almost seems like Ilsa's locked herself in there and refuses to come out... like she's hiding away from him until the whole thing blows over, but soon enough, they'll hear the sound of drawers opening and closing and the rustling sounds of clothes being moved about...
Before she returns with a simple baggy white T-shirt in her hands that she throws at Eustace.]
Here. It might be a little small, but you should put that on underneath the sweater.