[ Incredibly delicious. Delicious enough to revive her hunger - which had been quite suppressed with her nerves over the job ahead - and so she eats just little pecks at first, and eats increasingly more as the call goes on. She puts away the better part of a plate by the time Miles gets to her name (she thinks, the conversation is a little bit too soft for her to make out but she thinks she hears Anastasia) - and she's tempted to correct him and tell him her real name, but decides against drawing attention to herself.
It's a fascinating process to watch, Miles talking with Illyan. The familiarity is clear. So's the lack of fear. Miles knows Illyan well, and - if she's not misreading his body language - respects him. And likes him, too. She thinks. Miles is hard to predict, hard to understand, but she thinks she knows when he likes someone.
She wishes she could hear more. Or get a glimpse of the feared Illyan. The food's so good, though.
She waits, following along with the general narrative as best she can, from the few words she can catch. ]
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It's a fascinating process to watch, Miles talking with Illyan. The familiarity is clear. So's the lack of fear. Miles knows Illyan well, and - if she's not misreading his body language - respects him. And likes him, too. She thinks. Miles is hard to predict, hard to understand, but she thinks she knows when he likes someone.
She wishes she could hear more. Or get a glimpse of the feared Illyan. The food's so good, though.
She waits, following along with the general narrative as best she can, from the few words she can catch. ]