Lillith watched as he rid them of the remains of food (what was still edinle) away and disposed of the rest, titlting her head as she thought it of it much like a laundry shoot for food. She laughed to herself, knowing she was just thinking randomly due to her suddenly tiredness.<br/><br/>"My uncle must be very popular," she said carefully, wondering if his friends were like him, a pieced together group of people just running. She wondered how many there were, what they were like, if they were young or old. "But I'm excited to meet anyone who can get me home," she admitted shyly, directing her attention to the floor.<br/><br/>She shook her hand, waving her hand as if to brush off the statement. "I'd hate to do that. From the way it looks, you probably haven't had much sleep in a while, where as I did managed to sleep a bit earlier," the girl admitted, not wanting to look horribly weak in this situation. So she had had to run for a bit, he must have to do that kind of stuff everyday. However, despite her protest, she found herself drifting off as she snuggled up under the jacket, slipping into a very fitful dream. It was an odd dream she had, where she was younger and in a car, a flash of brights lights, and a feeling of fear. It seemed to go on every now and then, sounds of twisting metal and screams. She'd never been in a wreck, and the dream always worried her, as if it were a premonition sometimes. Sometimes she had other dreams, with voices she didn't recognize and sounds that she couldn't place. However, her mind finally managed to settle into a darkness, sleeping wrapped in her blanket.