Shiloh nods at Weom's offer to take his arm, doing an understated double-take between him and the road at first.  She's<i>seen</i>women do this when being escorted around town, and likely no one would attempt to mug or rob someone like him and his companions in the<i>first</i>place, so it's not like she can use that as an excuse... so, unable to try to pass it off as a purely casual gesture, the dirty-blond elf girl flushes a bit and smiles shyly away as she takes his arm.  Though no weakling, the elf's wiry arm is dwarfed by the bull-like man's... though she seems at first hesitant, like one trying awkwardly to learn a dance, she is eventually more receptive and, well, rather enjoys it.  "They were fawning over you at the Princess, I saw..." she says.  "Does that grow tiring?"<br/>((can continue elsewhere or pick this up later if you like))<br/>*<br/>At the Princess, Shiloh re-enters with Weom and looks to find the others... when she joins them, she shares her findings about the rebellion and advises that, soon, she hopes to engage the bat in a meeting.<br/>