She shrugged her shoulders, then looked at his paw. She had caught the use of 'dove' to describe her. With her black hair and dark dress, did she really look fragile and dove-like? But perhaps that was to her advantage. There was a benefit to having someone big and strong think they needed to protect a lady. It was an advantage Lilith was quite aware of. Why, she didn't know.<br/>"This effect this fog has," she said with a wry smile, "it certainly sounds familiar."<br/>Then she looked down at her dress, pulling at her skirts slightly with her delicate fingers. She found the sash that was hidden and hanging from her waist; it was merely decoration, intended to be used only if a lady were of a larger set frame than Lilith's. The sash would offset the tight corset-style upper half of the outfit. Lilith's hips were curvy but slender, and the corset already pushed her bust up under dark folds of silk so barely any cleavage was seen. Somehow it was still hinted at, if one looked at her sideways.<br/>Pulling on the sash, Lilith turned and smiled to the Worgen.<br/>"May I?"<br/>Not waiting for him to respond, she began to tie the sash to the wrist of the furry hand that he had laid on her shoulder. The other end of the sash she held on to, wrapping it twice around her palm.<br/>"We can enter. This will keep us at least connected. And should we fall into a stupor or some very large abyss, well at least we won't be without one another."<br/>Lilith winked playfully at the Worgen, allowing him time to object to the tie if he wished to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>