A plethora of questions -- To be exact, there were hundreds that she wanted to ask Vhelian. However, since Ilya didn't know where she should begin, she refrained from raising even a single question.
Out of all the questions she had, Ilya was most interested in querying the young man about his intentions.
Vhelian's desperate plea came out of nowhere. Ilya didn't know how someone could spout such a detrimental question without feeling ashamed.
Still and all, Ilya didn't have any intentions of responding to Vhelian. At the least, not when they're out in the open. She was not in a state where she could observe her surroundings. For all she knew, someone was listening in their conversation.
"You… Mind if you follow me?" Ilya said, hesitation evident in her voice.
Truth be told, she didn't know how to deal with the situation. In the past two recursions, she woke up in the same manner.
