Them mention of fighting had Lizette looking down at her half full glass. Now was as good of a time as ever to tell the, she figured. "I promise to fight as much as I can. My alpha always told me that if I came to a fight that wasn't my own to run and wait till everyone is too bloodied and bruised to care who fights who and to help the injured. This I can rationalize is in a way my fight; e-especially if they attack us. But I will have to fight as a wolf or were. Like this I am not... much help in a fight." She said all of this towards her glass.<br/><br/>Lizette felt ashamed that she was like that, but it wasn't something she could help. She simply hoped that her explanation was enough for both Brietta and Ian to accept that she was more likely to run than fight.<br/><br/>With another sip of her warm win, Lizette finally looked up, her eyes were hopeful that she wasn't going to be scorned at or told to leave. "I know I don't know what it's like to suddenly lose your pack, or tribe. But I am an adventurer, a... a healer of sorts. I will help in any way that I can, that you have my word on." she said, looking them both in the eyes respectfully. The conviction of what she was saying was there, and her word was as good as a written legal contract.