[ The onlookers have slowly moved on. Some may be intrigued to return and request Vanessa's talents now that Fei has made a show of them, but at the moment she feels drained; bloodless to the point of standing on cloud and ready to take a tumble. It's the lack of nourishment, the use of her abilities, and the stress of the lies. Vanessa is no stranger to lies, not when necessary, but she takes no pleasure in them; in fact she detests doing this. It's a mockery of the occult and a reminder of Evelyn Poole, but all the more reason for her to bare her teeth at the challenge.

Still, it drags at her, and her smile is weary as she turns to lead Fei over to the table to sit (of course the poor woman must sit while she recovers!). There, it's easier to speak while Vanessa gathers up her hand-made Tarot to tie together and put in her pocket, right next to the money she's made. Enough to contribute, at the very least. ]

Is it ever enough? [ A little sigh as she crosses her arms in front of her, tilting her head to appraise Fei. She is such a pretty thing, and her small stature carries an impressive poise that suggests hidden strength. It makes Vanessa admire her restraint even more. She's little doubt that Fei could have made that man weep if she wished. ] I require a moment's respite. These acts...tire me, I fear. You ought to enjoy the festivities for the moment. The better to strengthen our spirit for future endeavors.