An illusionist's footsteps made little actual sound as she followed the retreating russet form that had interrupted her time with Qatrand. She wasn't entirely sure why she was pursuing the creature so vigorously, but she could think of at least two reasons.
The oddity of its presence in an incursion area was part of it. Putting off helping that woman long enough that she might get *herself* killed was another. Both were severe distractions… which she somewhat needed.
Her spirit contracted its bulk tight around her form as she moved further from her husband-wife. Using only what little was needed for efficient deception on the target and to thinly scout in a sphere around herself. But she still groaned and whimpered with each step she took away and each step Qat took deeper into the camp of civilians.
