There's a slight smirk of bemusement at the threat, the wild within nearly rising up to the rush of challenge, but Anahita keeps herself contained.
"I must profess you are perceptive. You saw through my attempts to lead the conversation elsewhere. I shall not pry further on your history without consent. I am concerned with my well being, however, I accepted, willingly, where I am today and thus, am solely responsible for it. Given the pause and our talk, I realize that I am over taxed, augmenting my natural sleep with magic, as glorious as that is, is the potential result of my state. It is likely too, that my ethereal self, the non-physical, soul side, may be equally tired. I do not believe my magics can affect that -- just the body. I need rest. I need affection and distractions, moments to commune with the glory of nature as before, and better social ties than what I have now. Yet, I am torn-- the things I have seen lately, done, simply magnificent. Worlds visited, places travelled too, impossible to describe without taking time to collect one's thoughts. To do otherwise would be insulting to the wonder and awe I feel."
She does have a slight spaced out expression at the recalling, then her focus returns to Illithia. "It's ...nothing like I've witnessed before, and I felt old. I feel renewed, but, physically, I'm as healthy as I can be. I assure you of that. I am well versed in medical situations."
Then noticing the sushi there, perhaps way tepid, she reaches over to pick one up and eat it.
"So, how have you been? Anything new since we last met?" Not an overt change of subject, as much as, perhaps that last one's done.
Illy's grin only finds more fuel at Anahita's responding smirk, and the colour is slowly draining away from the embarrassed pink shade and towards the earlier playfully purple colour when she sat down.
"Sorry Ana, but that ain't how friendship works! You aren't solely responsible for yourself. I'm responsible for you too. Duh. It's like you've never..."
Illithia stops short in her speech, her grin faltering for just a moment, with a whispered. "Oh. Damn."
"What I meant is that friends look after each other." Illithia tries to save her sudden trailing off, eagerly waving her hand. "Sounds like maybe you're just overstimulated. And if you need rest, you should friggin' rest, geez. Magically keeping yourself awake for long periods sounds like a good recipe for a short life."
While her tone is a little deprecating, and the purple colour is somewhat subdued, she holds steady with her grin. The colour begins to warm again as she carries on. "I've got sleep magic if you can't get to sleep yourself. Don't make me use it without permission! I'd hate to have to serve detention every time you need to sleep."
"You're trying to change the subject again. I'll indulge you if you let me escort you to your room. Deal?" Illy's grin has gotten wide enough to be considered 's!*$-eating' at this point, clearly thinking herself crafty and witty.