The voice in the darkness causes her to halt, her eyes searching the murky shadows wildly.  It had been a male voice, and perhaps her imagination, but...the tread of a steed.  She cocks her head to listen, the beat of her heart rising to fill the silence of the dark wood.  Moments pass, but she restrains herself, cautious of the danger a stranger could bring.  Lillith takes a step forward, the leather of her shoe finally giving way against a rough stone, and cuts a jagged line through her instep.  She tumbles into the mossy leaves a with a sharp, "Oof," then stills herself, biting the side of her hand to keep from crying out more.  Gaining control of her pain she clears her throat and calls out more plainly, "Hello?  I...I've cut my foot...would you be able to provide aid?"