She doesn't really have a better idea; she saw some buildings before, but she's been so turned around by the fight that while she could probably find her way again, she doesn't really want to risk it. "Alright. Sounds like it's worth a shot, anyway." Water wouldn't be a bad thing to be near any way.

They reserve their energy through the trip, though Lillian keeps her eyes peeled for any more soldiers, a hand quick to grab up to her sword at any indication of movement in the distance. Thankfully, Gustavain's instinct and conjury prove correct, and the stream has a few houses tucked up against it- now abandoned, but not entirely bare, many of its inhabitants having no reason to think anything would change as quickly as it did.

Lillian ducks her head in to check to make sure there are no survivors in any before picking one of the houses, shutting the door behind them and the lack of wind already lessening the intense chill. "They probably had a heater in here somewhere," she says, glancing back at him, "And hopefully there's enough cerulean between the houses to get it going." Not that she knows how they work... but kicking stuff usually gets it going, right?