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lilith "ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ" cashlin ([personal profile] cashlin) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2016-04-07 03:19 am (UTC)

Lilith watches her press down on her eyes-- as if she's shoving another bizarre, reflexive speech back. Her own fear hasn't completely ebbed away, she realizes, as she hesitantly raises her hand to rest on the shoulder of this new, unfamiliar Maketh Tua.

She really shouldn't keep indulging this. She shouldn't know more; it'll only make things worse. Lilith may have gotten lucky enough to pacify her for the moment, but if it happens again... she's not sure can navigate yet another minefield successfully. It's not her place to worry, after all. It isn't in her temperament to care. Not like this.

Or it shouldn't be. Even so, she finds herself gently ushering the other woman to the nearest chair. (One of the few that's actually comfortable for a normal human to sit in for more than a few minutes, no thanks to the gods.)

"Knock yourself out. Not like I'd make you keep standing if you're not up to it." She mutters a couple words to excuse herself, and with several swift steps across the room and back, she's pulled up a stool and taken a seat, herself.

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