Liliana wasn't too liable to wander too far, even if she did get distracted on occasion, but she had quickly retracted herself to standing closer to Cain, the occasional glance he gave her was beginning to reassure her again, he was looking out for her safety. Internally she wanted to get right up close and hug his torso, but that probably wouldn't impress him too much, probably make him react badly.

As they entered the hotel Liliana once again plastered herself to his arm, nervously hiding behind the offered limb and peeking out from behind it at the people here. The smell of alcohol burnt at her nose she'd never enjoyed, and people often did horrid or even out of character things while inebriate. With people staring, the girl felt a little threatened, worried, she could only imagine how these people were interpreting her and Cain's relationship.

Liliana didn't hold onto Cain's arm when he reclaimed it, again crossing her hands before herself as she observed the conversation. Before the innkeeper had even said it she was well aware that this situation would occur, but she wasn't sure how Cain would handle it. He seemed to take it fairly well, though looked somewhat irate, reasonably so. She couldn't imagine this as how he wanted it.

She couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable again, realizing where she was and thinking about those wilted flowers outside. Her eyes, however, went to a cloaked man in the room, an empty pint of beer before him along with a cleaned plate. Something was wrong about that one. His energy appeared to be that of a human, that dull drone coming in clearly, but even with his face shadowed; she could see him staring at her. And so Liliana clung to Cain's other arm, averting her eyes from the cloaked man and waiting to follow her guardian wherever he beckoned.