Twilly takes Lanil's hand and scaled the shadowy steed, sitting behind her on the back of the saddle. She reached her hands around the blood elf's waist and held tightly as she prepared for the horse to gallop. "I'm headed to the old McMullen farmstead east of here." Twilly said in a high pitch, neglecting to mention why she needed to go there. "I really can't thank you enough for the ride, Ms. Lanil... but I'll try!" she chirped excitedly before squeaking the words "thank you" four times rapidly.