Ilia could hardly be considered a paragon of social excitement herself tonight. She was still a little preoccupied knowing that even more beloved friends of hers were sick tonight. Possibly turning into monsters. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Stupid, she thought as she rushed through her nightly routine, hardly giving her stretches more than a few reps each. Stupid to worry. Stupid to have gotten involved in the first place. And it was stupid that she felt so guilty when it had nothing to do with her in any way.

"I'm off," she muttered as she headed out the door. She hardly spared Lana a second glance before she left. It would just be another thing to feel guilty about staying out of.

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