[Desperation claws at her thoughts when Ishmael indicates that she’s going to leave. But Aurelia bites down her first instinct, pinning her tongue between her teeth for a long few seconds as she stares down the other woman… before looking away and nodding.]

That is reasonable. I am glad I could be of assistance.

[Yet before Ishmael can walk away, Aurelia says in a quieter tone.]

I hope we can meet again soon, when neither of us is under influence.