"I'm building the future I want to see."

"An admirable goal."

Tail wag.

Quick kiss. 

Then on to the city?

Onwards.

Lilou identifies a guard she feels is mostly trustworthy, and a beggar she feels is pretty trustworthy - she tells both just enough to identify the threat to her and to keep themselves safe, but she thinks they won't be sources of leaks. It turns out - word is, people are looking for her. Some of them are locals (Lilou gets three names), some are newcomers. There's plenty of rumors that Lilou's gotten involved in something big, and even a rumor-accusation that she was involved in assassinating the Emperor. 

It's... A bit worrying. (Sounds like the Mythic Dawn know who she is, too, or at least suspect.)

The Mythic Dawn certainly won't shy at attacking a no-name commoner in the streets, if they learn where they are. Berengere will keep on her guard.

Lilou isn't exactly no-name - she hasn't been able to break into the sort of politics reserved for the nobility (or... Not break back into), but she's enmeshed herself pretty thoroughly in a lot of the relevant parts of the city. It'll give them some chance of backup and forewarning, hopefully, at least in public...

But their enemies also, demonstrably, are willing to strike at even the most well-connected, and are willing to die for their ideals. 

Berengere is happy to oblige them in that, at least.

"I'll enjoy seeing that."

"That'll make up for it having to happen, a bit."

"...Hopefully."

"I won't let anything hurt you."

"I know."

"Good."

Onwards to the inn, then? 

Without getting into any street fights, if they can.

They'll try their hardest. 

That's all they can do.

It is. 

They get to the inn without incident at least - though Lilou doesn't reveal her face yet, instead approaching the bar while idly scanning the room, looking for familiar people. 

She can recognize at least one of the women drinking at a table not in a corner, but well-positioned to see the entrance and most of the room.

(Someone she's confident of the relevant traits of, too.)

She gets herself and her companion drinks and extra, and then saunters over to Renardine's table. "Hey pretty," she says, teasingly. "Mind if we join you?"

"Well, bless my stars. Look who the cat dragged in."

"The second prettiest woman in the Imperial City?" She sits - gestures for Bérengère to do the same - but doesn't pull back her hood.

"Well, maybe third."