Lilith looked at Drek in horror after hearing what he said. A warrior never goes to battle without their weapons? He was referring to himself as her weapon? No. No, that was so wrong on so many levels. She would not have someone dying for her. Not again. NEVER again. A couple of hot tears ran down Lilith's face as she grabbed his hand and squeezed.
"Please, please never say that again, Drekven. You are by no means a weapon or tool of mine, you are my guild member, and it is my job to keep you safe. I know I'm not a strong or dependable leader, but I am by no means weak enough to allow someone to lay down their life for me, so please treasure yourself more."
She then let go of the warlock's hand and began to wipe her eyes before her tears started to flow out of control, and turned around so they couldn't see her all red-faced and weak.
"You two can follow me if you stay quiet, we're here to stealthily scope things out, not to fight."