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If the eyes were the window to a person's soul, the frigid film covering her dilated pupils were an open testament to the injury within. Superficial bruises littered her body, none dramatic enough to leave a permanent scar. It was all inside, a wound concealed by a cascade of hair that could go unnoticed to the untrained eye. Dichotomous receivers twitched lightly with Saul's departing footsteps; the only acquiescence achievable, one that would not require too much effort nor put too much strain on her body. He was gone just for a little while; Lilin couldn't tell how long exactly. By the time she'd fully acknowledged his absence, he was already back at her side.
The rest of their conversation was a blur- she would phase in and out, tuning in often enough to gather bits and pieces of his explanation. She did not try to understand the reasons why she had to chew something, nor what the concoction was exactly. It didn't matter. Her trust in Saul was unconditional; instincts told her to do as she was told and not question it. And so she did, providing the littlest of nods in response. She swallowed the mixture of blood and saliva in the back of her throat with great difficulty, parting her lips and revealing a red-stained tongue; making it possible for her beau to deposit the bundle where it belonged. Even in her bewildered state of mind, the Soulstorm heir knew that it would be forced upon her if she refused to cooperate.
She chewed as was instructed, slowly and with no real motivation aside from the promise of relief. Lengthy minutes of determination led to success; Lilin swallowed the ground bundle, allowing her face to twist into a grimace before she turned to face her companion. His smile was returned, though she couldn't withhold the guilt from her tone of voice. ''I should have waited for you.''