Tery shook his head with a chuckle. Despite what, to him, was a thing unknown and likely dangerous, the worgen followed the much smaller blood elf toward the fog. She seemed almost giddy to be making this attempt, what other would likely call foolhardy.<i>At least th' comp'ny's nae so bad...</i>It was his only consoling thought as they trekked closer to the fog. Perhaps Lilith would regain what she had lost. Or they'd both lose what they had.<br/><br/>One thought that reared it's ugly head, though he didn't voice it, was rather worrisome - what would happen if he lost his memories? Would he become like she was - fully lucid, but with blank spots in the memory? Or would he revert to the beast he'd been for more than a year after Gilneas fell? He hoped for the former over the latter. Otherwise, unless Lilith regained whatever strength or magic she may have once possessed....<br/><br/>...well, she'd lose more than just her pretty dress.<br/><br/>"'ere we go..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>