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Despite arrival of Spartacus in Darrow, Ilithyia felt she had found something of a place in the city that still seemed so strange in many ways. There were men -- more than one, something she would have to remedy eventually -- who were willing to pay for her every need in exchange for her company, an arrangement that worked well in her favour.

Though far from extravagant, the money paid for food and shelter, with enough leftover for other pleasures she might choose to indulge in. The finest and most difficult being that of her dress.

Over time, she had managed to find several gowns that served purpose, but in Darrow, such garments were difficult to come across and Ilithyia found herself growing frustrated with limited options. Weather would change, she had been told, would grow colder, and only now was she beginning to find things to suit her current needs. Albinius was easy to buy for, but her own wardrobe was still sorely lacking.

Upon street, she sighed, having wasted time in yet another shop with nothing to show for efforts. Yet she smiled upon seeing Sansa, then crossed the busy street, pausing only momentarily to look for cars.

"Sansa," she called, warm smile upon lips. "How are you?"

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"I was lucky to have escaped when it was my husband Spartacus most desired," Ilithyia said, smiling over at Sansa fondly. This, she thought, was correct path to take. To stir within Sansa thoughts of possible loss, of Ilithyia has a woman who could have died, who was in danger.

Her expression falters again and she looks away. "He tells me he yet caught up with him, though truth or cruel tactic to wound when so far from my husband, I cannot be sure."

"I hope it was only the latter," Sansa said, though she looked stricken as she did, mouth drawn into a frown. Ilithyia had warned her about Spartacus, told her that he was someone to stay away from, but it was still somehow unexpected to hear about what he might have done, and she wasn't just going to assume the best. She had done too much of that already; being so trusting hadn't gotten her anywhere good. "And either way, I'm sorry to hear it. To have to find that out here..."