"Pretend, sure," she says, giggling, and hugging Diadra again. "A succubus and an angel? Oh? Do you have a pit lord in there, too?" she asks, laughing, clearly thinking Diadra must be joking, or just suffering from the mortal illness of 'being tired'. "Let's go to the inn, and get you a good night's sleep, and then you'll feel better, right?" she asks, leading the way.