The twinkle in Lana's eyes remained, thought it was slightly hazed by the effect of the alcohol. It brightened a little when he offered to dance with her. She had just endured and emotionally and physically taxing journey to the point of all encompassing exhaustion, and now, she found herself in a joyous little place with a companion who was smart not to delve into the darker topics of conversation. Her heart lightened a little, and she pulled herself unsteadily to her feet with a hand remaining on the table.
Canis took this as a cue to venture off for a moment and change form. He raised himself from the lazy position he had taken and wandered toward the stairway. There, he chose a darkened corner just as a pair of women passed by, and regained his human physique. He waited a few moments to make the transition between wolf climbing the stairs to gentleman descending the stairs less noticeable. Although, he wasn't too concerned with the level of observational skill that most of the occupants possessed. Once he returned to the table, feigning an introduction and providing a handshake, he gently slipped Lana's sword from her side. He could not imagine that an armed woman dancing with an eccentric looking magician wouldn't turn a few suspicious heads.
Lana allowed Magus to envelope her hand in his own, and followed as he led her to an unoccupied place in the tavern. Her feet were at first terribly unsteady, but she managed to remain unscathed during their short journey. Suddenly, a wave of insecurity overcame her. She realized just how very strangely dressed she was, with her once gloriously long white dress tattered to the length of a very short skirt at the front; the remaining bit in the back was reduced to what might've been considered a spindly, unraveling train nearly torn to bits. The belled sleeves of her dress had dwindled to elbow length pieces, but the bodice remained somehow better intact. It was apparent that during her time on foot, she had lost a bit of weight, her previously slender figure now just slightly more delicate, and made to appear so by the somewhat loose fit of her clothing. Her hair was still quite a mess, wild and dirtied. She made a pointless attempt at straightening some of it, feeling some eyes on her, though not all. She was grateful that it was not all. The music changed at that moment to something very lively, and she drew her lips to his ear and whispered,
"It has been so long since I've danced. I don't want to hurt you."
Canis watched on with a careful eye, growing discomforted by the spectacle the two of them were making. But it wasn't within his right to question her, and as her last remaining servant, he would not bring himself to interfere unless certain harm was imminent.