...Lusilla looks at the others. 

Eh Sure Why Not. 

Absolutely, this has the potential to be hilarious. 

These people aren't content inviting a DIRTY BEGGAR along, now they want to hang out with a LITERAL RAT???

Why. Why is Camellia the sanest person around. That usually doesn't happen!!!

Eh, better a grannylady who has any idea what she's doing in streets like these than Count Fancypants over there. 

"Well, we're going to try to spy on the demons a little bit; our group is, uh, bigger than we had originally intended, you know, things happen, but if you're good at hiding from demons then you are absolutely welcome to hang out with us. Otherwise...you can hide in this general area and we'll try to come through here on the way back, bring you to the place where survivors are congregating, whole bunch of paladins looking after them."

"Hah. Sure, why not. I'm very good at hiding."

"Magically good at it?" 

"In a sense." 

And then instead of an old lady Ysoki there is, like, an actual rat, scampering towards Lusilla's feet. 

GASP.

"You're adorable!" 

(She doesn't have this reaction to most rats, but most rats aren't trying to interact with her in a friendly way!!!)

She--starts to lean forward and make scooping shapes with her hands, then jerks back; probably it is Rude to pick up an actual person without permission. 

"Wererat," Woljif diagnoses. "Used to be in a gang that had a few of those." 

And then here is her Ysoki form again! 

"The young man has it exactly right." 

"A wererat ratfolk devoted to the Goddess of Rats. Marvelous. You really know how to commit to the bit." 

She bangs his leg with her cane. "And who else was I going to worship? I was born this way, and I know who's actually going to look out for the likes of me."

He winces and rubs his leg with exaggerated care. "Well. I won't complain about having someone with a functioning sense of self-interest around."

"Hey! What'm I, chopped liver?"

Why is this happening to her. Sure, she murders people, but she does so elegantly and with flair; that really doesn't justify inflicting ratty rat rat on her. 

"Your rat form is so cute! Can I pet you sometime?"

"We'll see, we'll see." 

But she does sound a little bit smug about the compliment. 

Lusilla retrieves the other obvious thing she noticed while she had her magic sense available--a magic crossbow bolt stuck into a sign nearby--and then they can get going again. 

"--Can understand why you would be concerned about something coming out of the ground, but since that hasn't happened in all this time, it might be more efficient to send your men to rescue people who may have been trapped by rubble, or, well--fight the demons?" 

Prelate is standing beside one of the gouges Deskari cut in the earth, several men also in Iomedae's insignia around him, and a man with gleaming golden hair and eyes like Daeran's pleading with him. 

"Don't you dare accuse me of not doing my duty, heretic," he snaps. "Not when followers of your temple were caught committing treason! To my mind, you are no different from the demon worshippers who even now seek to drive Kenabres into the ground!" 

Hm! Seems like a good time to be a tiny, difficult to perceive creature!

"My dear prelate, no one could possibly doubt your zeal for identifying people as enemies, but sometimes your zeal for identifying allies leaves something to be desired. My adepts were only trying to help--how can you still doubt it? We tried to warn you there was something wrong with the Wardstone, and now look!"