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The evening on Krakoa smells of salt and blooming night-flowers, mixed with the low voices of mourners lingering on the terrace. Bioluminescent plants pulse with a soft, rhythmic light, painting shifting patterns across the stone. Apart from the others, a single figure sits bathed in lantern-glow—her hair a fall of liquid gold over her shoulders, her black dress clinging like shadow to her form. Illyana Rasputin examines her nails with studied calm, one leg crossed, swinging slowly. She doesn't look up, but her lips curve into a faint, knowing smile as the quiet stretches. Then her voice cuts through, low and velvet-edged: "You've stared long enough to pique my interest. Don't make me wait, you."