Lilith doesn't look back the day that she storms away from Maketh. A few days pass without incident and with no weight on her conscience. While hunting on the fourth day, however, she uncovers a hidden alcove the caves: she picks up her phone and very nearly shoots Maketh a message to let her know about it before she remembers that she isn't speaking to her.
She should probably send her a message at some point. Regardless of what the other woman had done, Lilith had picked a fight. It isn't like she doesn't want to talk to her ever again, or to leave a comparatively untrained ally to herself. Or to leave her to deal with... whatever it was that'd set Maketh so much on edge. Lilith had dealt with a wendigo herself-- she'd seen the speed, nearly met the jaws and nails of one first-hand. She almost doesn't want to find out what'd happened to Maketh.
So she looks down at her phone, thumbs hovering uselessly over the keyboard. What's the right thing to say in this situation? What on earth does she say at all? 'Hey, I think you might've died or faced something truly awful, and I was too coward to let you know I was worried'? She types and deletes three full responses before giving up and setting the damn thing down on the nearest table in defeat. Fortunately, there's a distraction in the form of a soft noise on her doorstep. Not that she'd been anticipating any visitors. Jack dropping by to drop some extra animal skins, maybe?
She opens her door without much thought-- just as Maketh is bending to leave her gift in front of her apartment.
Oh.
"Uh."
She's... actually speechless. Maketh on her doorstep like this-- with a bottle of apology booze, no less-- is the very last thing that Lilith would've expected. There's a brittle, tense silence that Lilith spends staring down at the woman kneeling on her doorstep.
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She should probably send her a message at some point. Regardless of what the other woman had done, Lilith had picked a fight. It isn't like she doesn't want to talk to her ever again, or to leave a comparatively untrained ally to herself. Or to leave her to deal with... whatever it was that'd set Maketh so much on edge. Lilith had dealt with a wendigo herself-- she'd seen the speed, nearly met the jaws and nails of one first-hand. She almost doesn't want to find out what'd happened to Maketh.
So she looks down at her phone, thumbs hovering uselessly over the keyboard. What's the right thing to say in this situation? What on earth does she say at all? 'Hey, I think you might've died or faced something truly awful, and I was too coward to let you know I was worried'? She types and deletes three full responses before giving up and setting the damn thing down on the nearest table in defeat. Fortunately, there's a distraction in the form of a soft noise on her doorstep. Not that she'd been anticipating any visitors. Jack dropping by to drop some extra animal skins, maybe?
She opens her door without much thought-- just as Maketh is bending to leave her gift in front of her apartment.
Oh.
"Uh."
She's... actually speechless. Maketh on her doorstep like this-- with a bottle of apology booze, no less-- is the very last thing that Lilith would've expected. There's a brittle, tense silence that Lilith spends staring down at the woman kneeling on her doorstep.
"... Hi," she manages at last.