As your weary head rested upon the pillow, a soft rustling alerted you to a presence nearby. Liora, in her werewolf form, quietly entered the room.

She approached the bed, and took a seat upon its edge, her snout delicately nosing under the covers as she observed your condition. "I sense your unease," she spoke in a tranquil, melodious voice.

"Is there something troubling you?"