Liz had risen to follow along, though not without a exasperated look toward Thortan as she called as a dog might be. She shook her head, wandering several paces behind them as they moved toward the field. She was quiet, perhaps contemplative, and during the lack of sarcastic remarks she let her gaze take in the surroundings as they entered the field. The woman had a deep connection to the shadows of her own, and as Thortan had begun his casting there was a quiet reverence. For all the teasing she did, it was obvious Liz viewed Thortan with significant respect.

Even as the shadows closed in there was a curious tilt of Liz's head, and the Lycian looked almost furtive for a split second. She had obviously heard something, yet she didn't want to disturb the training that was only just beginning to take place. She stepped lightly away from the pair in the field, and slipped through Thortan's shadowy wall to move back toward the house itself. 

Caution came before all else, and despite the knowledge there were protective barriers around the property she slipped into the house with a light step, nearly silent until she was within view of the newcomer. She had peered from a distance away, and at the sight of the High Elf her slightly crouched posture had straightened. As she moved from the shadowy corner of the room preceding the entrance hall she offered the barest flicker of a smile. Yellow irises settled on the new face with curiosity.  

"Thortan is outside, in a clearing with another to begin training."