"Would I really need to try so hard?" Ilithyia asks and though she glances over Sawyer as he removes the rest of his clothing, it is without her usual hunger, which does not escape even her own notice. Were it so simple, she would leave him here in the alley, but there is more to her attachment to Sawyer than the physical. It is not something she can dwell on in this moment, though, her only focus is getting him somewhere safe.

"They don't trust anything different," she tells him, helping him into the robes, pulling them over his shoulders. "Your speech will be troublesome in passing you off as Roman. I would advise speaking as little as possible. Your hair..." Putting in him the ludus is an option, but she's concerned of the danger there as well.