The week after the slaughter of the Aviari city, and the sinking of the pirate ship had been a long one, but one surprisingly devoid of the warped elf that had gone by the name of Lilith. For the first five days, she had been unmoving in coma. Her rather severe wounds and the state of complete exhaustion she had pushed herself too. Were if not for the lingering traces of Verita's magic, the ashen elf likely wouldn't have survived at all. In her death-like slumber, she had possessed a strange vulnerability to her. Somehow, the elf had looked more... human, or more elven rather, and not as much the dangerously changed creature she was. Perhaps it was because now one could admire her carefully, resting peacefully on the cushions Foran has provided for comfort. Her tail, claws and horns out of direct sight leaving one to take in her well-build feminine form. If one was brave enough to life her blindfold, they'd even see fairly normal closed eyes. Though lifting her eyelids would reveal pitch black orbs devoid of the fiery glow her eyes normally possessed.<br/><br/>On the sixth day, Lilith had suddenly vanished from her resting spot, and was nowhere to be found on the ship. At the dawn of the seventh day, when land was finally in sight, Lilith had shown herself again, back to her old mysterious self after a brief period of confusion on Lilith's end, she seemed back to her normal, cryptic self with all her riddles and rhymes. She had spoken briefly with Tyora, but soon lost interest in preference for hanging out in the rigging, snacking on some of the rats that had fled from the pirate vessel to the Aviari one when. Lazily draped out on one of the wooden parts of the sails, Lilith enjoyed the sun whenever it broke through the mist.Their journey was nearing it's end, and while she had been unconscious most of the trip she looked forward to getting off it.<br/><br/>Not least because of the way their vessel had changed since the sinking of the pirate ship. Maybe the others hadn't noticed the gradual change to the Aviari ship, but Lillith had felt it since awakening. The mists that clung to the withered, now rotting wood, as if the vessel recognized it's change from a refugee ship to ship sheltering something far more insidious. As if it had felt the death that the group carried with them and changed accordingly. This had amused Lilith at first, but later unsettled her as some of implications about an empathic vessel or environment had. It felt new to her, which means it might be a new thing, which meant she wasn't the source of it, which left only a few likely suspects.<br/><br/>Lilith stirred from her resting spot as a familiar voice teased her ears, it took her a moment to actually recognize it as Verita's. It had also taken her a moment to remember the girl's face and name, not having seen her until, Lilith had plain forgotten about her. She glanced down and listened in on the Ramen's and the girl's conversation, feline ears perked up in curiousity. She watched one of the new elves approach as well, and recognized it as the same one that spoken to her before, the one named Tyora. Letting out a quiet purr, she listened to them talk from her position above them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>