It wasn't precisely the flush that did it, but something about the way he spoke made Terra's inner, contrary thoughts chime in with a harsh why are you giving him so much information? It continued on with Zelgadis's warnings about Illidan; that he consumed magic, that he never did anything for anyone else unless he could get something out of it, that he was nothing short of exactly the wrong kind of people anyone should associate, but especially Terra.

Chastised by memory, Terra took it--and Illidan's expression--as cue to pull her hand away, wrapping warm fingers around the heavy heirloom pendant at her throat. Where her thoughts weren't berating her, they were trying to make sense of what this Illidan claimed to see.

"The brightness..." she started, words tentative. "That's how you can judge how... good a person is?"