A wry smile curled the corners of her mouth as he talked of herbs. If she took anything from him, he who was still a stranger and had only minutes ago been rather hostile to her, in her eyes at least, well she was no doubt going to find herself forgetting everything to come, too! Who knew what had happened to her? Trauma of the mind rarely made itself visible on the outside, but he was still correct; she had no torn clothing, no dirt or scuff marks on face and hands. Maybe she hadn't fallen. But maybe she had been struck?<br/>Lilith rubbed her forehead delicately. This line of talk was giving her a headache.<br/>"What fog, besides my own, do you refer to? The moving mist behind us? That part is harmless, this much I know is truth. Do you...mean there is another fog, beyond where we are now...?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>