Lily was not the biggest fan of jungles. Not that she did not appreciate the beauty of an untamed wilderness, but the swarming bugs and innumerable branches, that constantly got in her face, quickly became an annoyance that she would rather be without. She had wandered through jungle before, particularly the amazonas, and found even those places to be less bug infested than this place. Or was it simply the distant sound of fighting that annoyed her? 

Even if that were the case it did not make up for the one thing that this forest lacked the most: Humans. Aside from Souta, this place felt as abandoned as the frozen south. The ruins spoke of a lost civilization which had once lived here, and made this forest their home, but intriguing as they were in their overgrown glory, buildings that have long since fallen to rubble did not hold the same potential for entertainment, as a few tribes did. Ruins she could make into an ominous and mysterious abode, and while that could be a year or two of interesting work it just could not match the fun of being worshipped as a living, breathing goddess, or to play chase with said tribes as a "malevolent" demon or spirit. Humans were so diverse and unique, they were always a source of entertainment where there should have been none. Old ruins? Not so much. 

It was with those thoughts on her head that Lily followed Fenn, as he steadily brought them closer to their quarry. Where Fenn kept his nose to the ground, Lily kept her eyes and ears open. Her elven ears caught the sound of voices shortly before Souta heard them and guided them into a cover. She dutifully followed, motioning for the hell hound to comply as well. He wasn't likely to simply follow the Smith, so she figured that a command - even if a silent one - from her was necessary. Fenn wasn't known for his willingness to work together with others, after all. 

[i]Angels,[/i] she thought. [i]They sound like the same ones we just fought earlier.[/i] They sounded confused, frightened even. Souta's clumsiness may have contributed to the angel's paranoia, but them thinking that someone was nearby was only part of it. Like a snake, cutting off the head had proven quite successful in spreading confusion. But what was the first mention of a door? [i]An intriguing bit of news.[/i] Lily smiled, she had an idea. She moved to a place with higher cover, where she knew that she would still be in hiding even at her full height, then unceremoniously stripped, tossing her close to Souta with the request that he handle them with care until she came back. Then she changed. 

Her hair remained the same silvery-white colour, but shortened to just below her shoulders as opposed to falling to her hips. Her body grew more bulky, muscular and less voluptous. Following that luminous wings erupted from her back and quickly pulled back tight against her body to avoid any accidental sightings of her mid-transformation. What followed was a serious of lesser changes that made her look more like an angel, and less of a Fae creature. When a full minute had passed, it was no longer Lily who stood there, but an angelic commander, complete even with the golden armour and an angelic sword. Her equipment were mere projections - made in the image of a female commander she had once met - but for lower ranking angels such as the ones aheard of them, the sudden sight of a commander coupled with the recent loss of one, would hopefully make them more than willing to trust her.

"Wait here," she whispered to Souta and Fenn before backtracking until she was neither within range of hearing or a line of sight. 

When she was finally far enough away from the angels she took to the air and flew across the trees until she reached the small opening in the trees where she could drop down, making certain to approach from a different angle than she actually came from. She landed close by, but not within striking distance, and turned to the one who had spoken off the door earlier. 

"What news?!" she demanded.