Lillith's smile was not so bright as to expose her fangs, but her tail swung happily behind her--not as though she were a dog pleased to see her master, but in a figure eight that ceased once it had been made.

"Thank you. You are very sweet," she told him. With a gesture toward the front doors, she added, "Curnen will be outside, often on the roof, on arrival days. To her people, music is as religion to others." Magic, properly, but she had learned not to introduce magic as a complication on arrival day, since many seemed not to know of it. "She often sings and plays to help newcomers find their way here, only this day, she is singing in memory of departed friends."