Lily smiled shyly at Io's words, somehow heartened by the gruff Satyr.  Strangley enough, he had become her anchor to... well, not reality, but certainly sanity.  Opening her mouth for a retort, she quickly close it again as the very stones on the bridge seemed to quiver and quake beneath her feet and a smell that was otherwordly assualted her nose.  All things considered, it seemed the most natural response in the world to grab hold of on of Io's arms and press herself against him, as she looked about, eyes wide with worry.<br/><br/>"A Troll?  No, you didn't.  Is he... dangersous?"  Oh, she was sure that he most probably was, and yet Io seemed prepared to stand his ground.  She couldn't do any less.   Casting about, she searched the ground for loose stones to arm herself with, reluctantly releasing his arm.<br/><br/>"I'm not scared."  The words were meant to be reassuring and would have been if they hadn't quivered more then was absolutely neccessary.