[Ishu]

November 25th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

With Eleks conscious mind waning, the link slowly severed. It was not like the cut from the scissors of the fates but more like a jellyfish dropping the bones of it's prey and floating of toward the surface to bask in sunlight. It was slow, numb and unnoticeable until there was nothing but quiet darkness.

Her eyelids shut, no longer holding open. She was breathing again, though it was shallow and almost unnoticeable.

Amante was hot on the scene as everyone came in and watched one guard walk right past him with Elek. He turned his head to look at Aiolia and started, "What happened? Is he alright?" His eyes shifted to the two white haired people coming up behind her. He could tell from their scents that they were not related. The male had a faint, similar, smell that Leila was carrying but he didn't know what that exact smell was from.

As for the girl in the wheelchair, who looked dead ad nearly made him jump when her eyes shut, smelled very sweet and almost organic, but with thick layering of what smelled similar to a hospital. It was more like a lab. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end and he cleared his throat, "Are they alright?" He was talking to Aiolia but keeping his voice down so as not to out the two who already had a gun to their back.

Anxiety was welling up in him and he felt his skin may start to crawl. His throat hurt and his adam's apple felt swore as he tried not to let it bob around and hurt him, emotionally. He cleared his throat again and scratched at his neck and chest. Something was wrong and he was doing his damnedest to hide it and not recognize it himself.