Twilly spun in place, facing Lanil. Her hand crept instinctively to the dagger latched to her belt. She then looked over at the Shadow Rider. Outnumbered and outmatched, she furrowed her brow, studying the words that Lanil had said to her before yanking her hand away from her dagger. She smiled and blushed cheerfully. "I'm in a big hurry, actually!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "You would give me a ride? You are so nice!" She said before approaching the two deathknights. "My name is Twilly Sparkgear, what is yours?" she asked as she extended her hand upward toward Lanil.