Lirael's knowledge of dogs comes from either her encounters with them in the Lower Refractory and from books; the Disreputable Dog barely counts. In any case, dogs are meant to make noise, even if it's soft and measured. This dog? Lirael was pretty sure it was just the shape of one hiding something else.

Considering Lirael isn't really fond of talking as a whole, the fact she's trying is a big deal. His smile feels safe enough, at least.

"I'm Lirael." As she says that her hair falls like a black curtain over her face. Her eyes wander back to the dog with interest. 'Hi', she mouths at it.