Deepwood Weald Oh, and she never gives out

He gained a bit of Lilia's respect, then. A willing warrior was much more desirable than a coward or a peacekeeper, she thought. Choosing no sides was to turn away from those in need, and was just the same as enabling the wrongdoers. He chose neutrality in order to keep himself alive. Secretly, Lilia wondered how it must feel, to put one's own inclinations first. She was beginning to become aware of the ways in which she had been manipulated into becoming who she was. 

Her packmates might begin to wonder where it was she'd gone. Not wanting to leave them waiting, she figured she should end her conversation with Alaric on a good note. "Well, I thee you have a good mowal compath." She said. "I should get back to my pack, but...What herb wath it, again, that you offered me earlier?" She asked with a fluttering of her eyelashes.