Lilly was almost immediately torn by the sudden arrival of Doctor Felicity especially once Philomel and the new arrival were dead set on emptying out the remaining hovels in this miserable place. Wading around in filth amidst a contagion that had seemingly ravaged the town did not suit her fancy. But on the other hand... the dark elf was fascinated by whatever this illness was. If a bit of hard work was required to further understand and document this sickness then the Alerian would suffer the troubles that lie ahead.

"Nice to meet you doctor," the elven inventor offered. Clearing her throat and taking out a loose scroll she scribbled down a few notes from the conversation she had just had with Eleanor. While taking notes the woman tilted her head up slightly, "as Philomel has indicated whatever this is seems to have stemmed from the ash that rained into this township."

As the faun agreed to go find survivors and Felicity laid out a plan the charcoal skinned elf contemplated if the illness was entirely physical or possible had a magical connection. Plagues and blights caused by magic were not unheard of but exceedingly rare. Perhaps some magical force had caused the eruption, and subsequent ash storm, which was contributing to the sickness itself. Or not. It was likely a stretch but if this... thing... had some sort of connection with magecrafts it would make for an even more interesting study.

"I can double check the well, examine the water," she explained. Not exactly eager to stroll off alone in the ghost town. "Perhaps something in the water will help indicate what's happened here."

Aside from just trying to understand the illness the young elf was mostly interested in avoiding more dead and decaying bodies.