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WC. 387
Her entrance had been one of her least graceful ones thus far. It had been loud enough for anyone to hear. Lilin had gone off the assumption that most other residents, such as Ezra and Ariadne, would have given her space and not intruded on whatever crisis she was currently going through. Her cousin's presence in Hilsburn has slipped her mind completely; he was still relatively new and adjusting to his surroundings. It hadn't crossed her mind that he might have reacted differently to her distress until she heard a soft knock at her door. She already knew who it was by the timidity driving the knock's force, his prompt arrival and the way the wooden door was opened without granted permission. He hadn't needed her approval to investigate further; not that she would have refused him. The dusty-colored Stormbringer was on the floor next to her before she even realized the full extent of what had just happened.
An explanation wasn't explicitely demanded of her but as her sobs quelled ever so slightly with his brotherly embrace, Lilin caught the obvious inquietude in his expressive emerald orbs. The meeting of their gazes was fleeting; her head had instinctively lowered with a concoction of shame and an awkward feeling of helplessness. Her dam would've considered it pathetic to show such weakness in the face of a man- another strike, one more failure worthy of punishment. A flinch came instinctively then, reacting to the emotional persecution and expert grasp that Lillith held over her daughter's heart with woven expertise. She admitted defeat by growing limper in her relative's arms, renouncing to the strength her parents had bestowed upon her and choosing the coward's way out. It felt good to accept a helping hand and although this comfort was nothing but temporary, she would enjoy it for however long it was granted to her.
"The talk of a fool self-destructs— He starts out talking nonsense. And ends up spouting insanity and evil," she simply recited, knowing it would most likely serve to confuse her cousin further. So she held her arm up to demonstrate evidence of her scuffle with mommy dearest; superficial in nature but proof that even the greatest souls could succumb to madness. "Self-destruction. That's what happened to her, Saul. I'm being punished for being her daughter."