Lizette walked in with Brietta, she shivered almost uncontrollably, though she kept her eyes lowered to the large male. She had learned that all werewolves could sense when someone was being disrespectful, and she didn't want him to think that she was going so in his own home. Instead she just let Brietta do the talking. She felt more assured that this man was a werewolf and related to Britta than if he had been just a villager, even blind he had to be able to fend for himself better than the average human could.<br/><br/>She blushed and shivered at the mention of him not harming her, even as she shook to get the dress on. "Th-thank you, sir, f-for yo-your hos-hospitality," she said between her shivers. "M-my n-name i-is Lize-lizette." She felt she needed to explain what was appropriate for the situation. With the dress on she stepped up to the fire and let the warmth sink into her skin, so very grateful for its warmth. "I hail from Scotland, From the Mountain Range Pack." Once warm she was able to to speak with out shaking, and her scottish accent rang through pretty clearly.