Lily could feel her heart beating in her chest. Whether it was from apprehension or anticipation, she could not tell. She knew the power of the tongue, and as confident as she was in her own strength she wasn't stupid and knew that this Sevrin have more than enough power to kill her were she to face them alone. That she intended to, but even outnumbered she expected him to be a challenge. 

She did not allow any of these thoughts to be reflected on her face. Fenn valued strength above all else, she feared that even a healthy amount of caution would be considered weakness in his mind. Another reason was there third individual of their small party - Souta. He walked a short distance behind Lily and Fenn, having stayed silent ever since their arrival in this obnoxious forest. A passing thought made her wonder what is his reaction to earlier kiss had been, beyond the stupor that she has left him in. She had promised that she wasn't there to manipulate, and while she so the kiss as just teasing perhaps he saw it differently? She glanced over her shoulder at him, lips pursed and brows set in a pensive frown. 

Humans are predictable, she often said, and most times she could indeed predict reactions of individuals or groups of people. Every once in awhile, however, she came across someone who defied expectations. And once again she found herself reminded that Souta was one such person, as evident buy how quickly he dismissed her at their initial meeting the day before. The guise of the Sídhe Lady of Summer she had chosen was designed to induce awe, joy, and to stun on sight, yet he had managed to wrest his gaze from her. That made him interesting. 

[i]I really hard to focus and other things than who is interesting and who is not.[/i] Nevertheless she allowed herself to fall a few steps behind the Hellhound, letting him continue their search, and fell into step with the Smith. She walked with her hands clasped behind her back, looking deceptively carefree and off guard. "How are you doing, Souta?" She asked after a suitable amount of time, filled with silence, had passed between them. "Nervous?" she made an effort to sound welcoming rather than derisive. She only hoped that he so it not as her accusing him of frightfulness.