Lalli watched the assassin, like a hawk, listening to her speak, and analyzing every bit of it he could. He didn't take offense; he understood what she meant. Despite his distrust, the assassin went quite a ways to just speak to him, and wasn't even directly asking him what had happened. That put her in his good books, even though she- Jade, he faintly remembered- had killed others of his friends before. But no one was really his friends, and such is the life of the day.

So he walked over, and gently closed Elia's eyes, ignoring the assassin standing over him. He was alert, and ready to spring away if he even thought she moved, but nothing happened, and he stepped back. Staring at her with the same, almost innocent, childish, wide-eyed stare, he said nothing for several moments.

"Elia wanted to align the Guild with them to shift the balance of power. I warned her not to. But I came anyways. Wanted to watch; observe. Didn't know she'd die. Didn't know others were already dead." He stared at Elia, frowning, the hints of grief and sorrow tainting his expression. 

Glancing back up at Jade, he asked, straightforward and somewhat clumsy with his own voice, "Do you have a plan? I will help, if you do."