She slowly nodded. "I'll see what I can brew up."
I hesitated again. "Good."
Her gaze swept me shrewdly. She'd guessed that neither of my requests was what I'd really wanted. But all she said was, "The minute you sense anything magic related, you ring me. At the very least, I can advise you long distance."
"That I can agree to."
"Then go get something to eat before you collapse on your feet."
"I do wish people would stop ordering me to eat," I muttered, but nevertheless headed for the kitchen.
"Someone has to," Ilianna said. "You seem damn determined to run yourself into the ground lately."
"Which is an echo of what Azriel said not too long ago."
"You should listen to him more often."
I glanced back at her. "How much is he paying you to say that?"
She rolled her eyes at me. "Speaking of our reaper, where is he?"
"Sulking."
"What have you done to the poor man?"
I snorted softly. "He's neither a man nor poor, and you should be on my side, not his."
She shook her head, amusement tugging at her lips as she headed for her bedroom. I opened the fridge to study the contents, then decided on lamb sandwiches.