Prolly after you finish with Harry, actually, there will be a gentle tap on your door.
        She'll wrap the mirror back up, put it back under the bed, and go answer the door.
       It's Ilie. "Cecily? May I come in for a moment?"
        "Sure, Ilie." She gestures him inside.
       He comes in, and stands hesitantly by the door.
        "Why don't you come in and sit down?"
       "Ah, no thank you. The chair has a back. I'll stand."
        "Right. So what's up?"
       "I wished to ask about your safety from this demon-master who took you earlier."
        She goes over and sits on the edge of her bed. "If we keep moving, and Harry can effectively ward us, we should be okay." She shrugs. "It depends on how badly this Kazor wants my brother to reanimate this Brand. He needs me as leverage against Harry."
       He looks agitated by this. "I think we are best away from here as soon as possible."
        She gives him an odd look, but nods. "I agree. I want to get everyone moving come dawn. I think Kazor was watching us using an artifact, but Harry and I fixed that. So hoefully once we're on the road, he won't be able to track us, at least not so easily. Now we'll just need to keep my brother out of his way..."
       Ilie nods, but its clear his thoughts are not on Harry. "I will be right outside your door tonight."
        "Ilie, is everything okay?"
       "Of course not. I would not have been called upon to leave my Eyrie were everything ok."
        "Right. Well, don't feel the need to keep an eye on me, Ilie. I think you've got enough to do keeping an eye on Stark."
       "Stark is perfectly safe. No one is after Stark, except Dragos." He goes toward the door, but turns at the last moment. "I understand that you are a very strong warrior, but it is clear that your enemies will rarely turn to give you a straight fight."
        Cecily gives him a long look. "Point taken."
       He returns it (inscrutably). "It is not how I'm used to fighting either," he says after a moment. "Not that I have ever truly fought. War has not come to my people since Dragos and I were children."
        "It's not so much that, Ilie. I'm used to the unfairness. Demons don't fight fair as a matter of course. But Kazor, he's made it personal. I mean, how am I supposed to protect Harry if I'm the very thing that can be used against him? It's that part I don't deal with well." She frowns.
"I meant magic, mostly. I don't understand that at all. But I see your point..." He looks hesitant. "Perhaps we will have to think about this problem with more treachery in our hearts."
        "That won't be too hard, the way Kazor is pissing me off," she mutters.
       He smiles suddenly. "Yes. I will leave you to it."
        She gives him another odd look, but just shakes her head, smiling slightly in return.. "'Night, Ilie."
       "Good night, lady."