Decisive lot, aren't you?

*Lilah, with apparent need to prove she's not intimidated, or perhaps just the need to move forward, brushes past the others and takes a step into the slimy, dripping bracken and branches. She has to stoop, because she's grown too tall not to, and she stifles a cry at her body's wrenching protestations.*

See, no monsters, *she bites off, peering anxiously ahead. Where IS Wesley? He's not one to abandon her for his own needs, maybe for Angel's, but Angel's not here...*