<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">LILLY</span></span><br/><br/>As Lilly was drawn inexorably towards the ground she was filled with the familiar feeling of falling, and while to another the sensation might have been disconcerting, to Lilly it was a reminder of long hours spent leaping from treetop to treetop, with nothing but her wits, her power and a branch no thicker than her thumb standing between her and an injurious descent. Just as she had a thousand times before, Lilly struck out with her right foot before the leaf could be whisked away by an unexpected gust of wind, catching the leaf on her arch and drawing it under her center of gravity, her other leg braced against the first. Burning Arcanium, she sapped movement from the leaf, gently floating to the ground.<br/><br/>It was then that she noticed two things she had not before-the first, that the one who called Om a mortal was probably not human, or anything she has heard of (for no human looked so much as a nightmare as Damian did... Although, having grown up amongst the Redakka, his apparent lack of eyes did not disturb her nearly as much as it might a normal human), and the second, that there was a third person there, a human man heavily scarred, who had as of yet not spoken- and she felt an odd mixture of relief and apprehension. Relief that the first was not human, or at least not one who the church would ally itself with, and apprehension at the unexpected second person. Lilly felt herself naturally drawn to stand with Om between her and the man- while she could not rightly say that she knew Om, at least he wasn't human and was friendly enough to not attack on sight.<br/><br/>Smoothing down her dress, she wiped off as much of the caked on muck as she could, put her leaf in the palm of her hand, just in case she had to make a quick exit, then made sure she had a solid grip on her knife before stepping uneasily forwards. Swallowing hard, she tried to remember the lessons that the churchmen had tried to hammer into her, and gave her best (which was still not very good at all) curtsy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"H-hello. I'm Lilly... I... I'm lost as well. I don't know where this is, but I'd like to help find out. I-"</span>-This is what she began to rehearse, and would have said, had she not then heard Helen calling out. Completely forgetting the hastily prepared speech, Lilly ran to the edge of the platform and looked down to see an... elf? She was very much like the elves whose caravan passed through the forest every spring and left little bundles of honey cakes in toadstool rings.<br/><br/>Lilly could see that she wouldn't be able to reach the elf lady from the top of the structure. She looked to Om for a moment, until he said he could not help her... Well then, there was only one thing to do. "I'll get her!"<br/><br/>"Just wait there!" She called down. "I'll come down and carry you up!"<br/><br/>Without another thought, she dropped her knife and vaulted over the edge of the structure, using her leaf to adjust her trajectory to land close to the woman. It was the simplest way. Lilly was certain that she was the best climber there, and with her power the woman's weight wouldn't be a factor in the slightest- the only hindrance she might provide would be if she flailed about.<br/><br/>Landing beside Helen, a small shower of dust fell from around her feet and the hand that gripped the structure- and in the process she did not notice as the leaf was lost to the cold night wind.<br/><br/>Lilly held out her hand to the elf woman. "Here- grab on, and don't let go; I'll carry you up."