When they reached Eric's home, Lilith could not help but look around. By the way the man dressed, he was obviously well off but his home was simple and humble. Homey, even. Lilith looked back at him when he spoke and she bit her lip. He has his own progeny. Just like how she was to her husband. "Wouldn't she mind it? If I borrow one of her clothes?" she wondered.
She paused when a young maid came to greet them and she looked at the girl, noticing how she kept her head down. Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at Eric and tried to push up a smile on her face. "If you could kindly point me to where Pamela's room is then I'll be out of your hair as soon as I get a change of clothes." Lilith didn't want to overstay her welcome after all.