(MAKE A RUN FOR IT GWEN, WE'VE BEEN DISCOVERED! XD)
(And thank you. ^^)
Lilliana stared at Guinivere for a long moment, watching as she slowly backed away. Her golden-brown gaze drifted into the camp, a sigh escaping her maw as she saw the elder of the two boys rising to his feet, gripping his sword. "So either I die and get to stop tromping all over the place or I get a nice pay-out... Seems like a win win." She whispered, mostly to herself. The fae sat amongst the branches, not fearing the loud crunching as twigs snapped and leaves crumpled. She pulled her dagger from it's sheath on her belt and rested her hands in her lap, a firm hold on it's handle.