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An uncle? It wasn't a term the girl heard often. She assumed then that the man who'd called out to them wasn't exactly related to Quennell, but that he was family somehow anyway. Rather than barking an order, he employed the use of making them feel lightly shamed- as he'd known what they'd been up to. Lilia, however, did not like what she interpreted to be an implication. She hastily slicked back a couple ruffled hairs with her tongue, making her coat pristine again before she spoke. She got the feeling Quennell's fur always had that just-got-caught-making-out-with-someone tangle to it, but hers wouldn't. 

 "I've nevuh theen anything like thith," She called out from the dark, stepping forward into the faint light, by Quennell's side. "It muth-t've been cweated natu-ally, hmm?" She asked, to pull the attention back to the tunnel. Make it seem as though they'd simply been exploring. From there, she could see the man who spoke to them, with his heavy accent. His face was friendly, and his eyes warm. She tilted her chin up, and offered him a faint smile. She tried not to let that smile falter an inch when he decreed that he was going to join them, though she felt her heart sink. 

Her smiled grew more fond when she was asked about Quennell's skills as a guide. "He ith a vea-urhy eckthellent ethco-at," She said with a nod. She of course wanted to shimmy her shoulder against his- but was still trying to get Njord to forget what it was he'd implied about them. She was a lady, after all. And Quennell too had seemed mortified when they'd been caught. She'd save face for both of them. "I am Lilia, I am fuh-rom uRedtail uh-Rise."