#dxncingxonmyown

closed starter for: @jcdedsins, @dxncingxnmyown, @thrustfists, @bloodycrxwn. * not a group thread.

from the second gizella mentioned just how wounded elias was, illyana's chest felt like it was going to cave in on itself. first her sister, now her best friend - a pair of courageous fools if she'd ever come across any before, but the affection she holds for each of them knows exactly where their minds and hearts were in the heat of the attack. as she makes her way past the curtain into where he was being held in the infirmary, footsteps pause right at the end of his bed, blue gaze hovering over his feeble body - definitely not in the same condition as she fondly remembers him in. the two of them used to run around the courtyard in a frenzy of bubbling joy back in their adolescent years and he was never more than an arm's length away from her. it's a sore sight, but one she's content to be around, nonetheless. "do you realize how far of a walk you made me take from the gardens all the way back over here to check on you? that's quite brutal, your majesty." among other things, though she flashes a small smile, putting on brave face in the air of pain, per the usual.