The change in the rain, to a lighter, but no less constant mist, was almost welcome.  It seemed the storm was not worsening, at the very least.  Though if the wet chill wasn't already soaking through Lillet's cloak before, it certainly was gaining a greater foothold now.  Breaking for camp would, definitely be for the best, if only for the opportunity to warm and dry themselves by a fire.  Provided, of course, that wood dry enough to burn could be found.  

"We should probably keep going, at least until we find some better shelter," she replied to the others.  "If we're lucky, we might even be able to sleep somewhere relatively dry."  She barked out a brief laugh at that, not quite trusting in her own assertion.  The sudden silence, once she had stopped talking, was unusual.  Without the gentle patter of the rain, the forest was eerily quiet.  It was as if their small expedition were the only thing moving in the area.  And then, a brief flicker through her mind, some sort of warning come unbidden from without.  [i]Something[/i] had changed, in the magical environment, at least.  She recognized the source of that brief frisson of unease, at least that far.  

"Charlotte, did you just feel that," she asked, assuming that the man in their company would not have the sensitivity to such a thing.  "I think it may, indeed, be best if we hurry on ahead."  Lillet was the sort to throw caution to the wind.  If something had happened, she wanted to be there and see it.  Then she could worry about whether or not it was a good idea.  Her excitement about this expedition continued to build.  If that something had happened at those ruins...they might just be something well worth the trip.