Lilinoe wanders. Not very far, just from street to street, as Underhaven has been a safe enough home for some years. There's simply no rocky alcove or solid walls that become hers for very long. For the cursed mist psyker, imposing on another is worse than nights alone, uncertain and uncomfortable. She desperately loves her community, though uncertain about her place among them. A harsh glare haunts her dreams long after it's spoken, so Lilinoe enthusiastically does whatever she can to earn acceptance. Any errands, chores, farming, or stalking into the mist to scout. Anything to be valuable. Lilinoe wants to remember wonderful things... and cannot forget the horrid.

Before the world was engulfed, Lilinoe's grandparent became the unfortunate victim of a Hag, transformed into Hexblood. Perhaps it is disturbed to be thankful for the Fraying Mists, but the sentiment carried from parent to child for one generation. Lilinoe was not taught to fear the mists, as she and her mother traveled to each new refuge. They are a place to hide, so long as you move quickly and breathe lightly. The monsters inside can be tracked, avoided, or killed. Despite all crosses and growths, she is not one of them. Her mother's final journey through the mists was seven years ago, leaving Lilinoe to find good memories alone.