Oh, this one is feisty. Lilia breathes out a sigh, lifting her up a little higher. She's kicking and squirming so hard that he almost regrets bringing Silver along with him to investigate this matter. He should've set the boy down...

A look he recognizes is in her eyes. Like a cornered animal, scared, hissing--

"You will be let go as soon as you calm down." Lilia decides, shaking his head. "For, I've no clue whether you're a little thief, looking to steal away what little we have, or if you're a lost child, looking for shelter."

With these statements, he turns them away from the window, still holding her up. He motions back to the window - it slides shut with ease. He shouldn't be using magic this frivolously, but.... well, he had both hands full.

"Now now, I won't hurt you. Take a deep breath, look around. You are in good company, little miss."