The black-haired woman turned her eyes to Talon as Udyr remains waiting for the person cuddling the assassin to respond to him. "What... is going on here Talon?" She asks as she raises her arms to cross over her chest with the tailored cloak dangling from her arms, small blades swinging back and forth from it's tips.
"Not avoiding... make this." She said looking down at the cloak.
The assassin let out a nervous laugh of ****ation
It's just I had tried to get a hold of you... and nothing....
Even while I was in Demacia helping the Prince and Katarina...
He looks at Irelia and then Udyr.