Tasteless [OPEN]

By the time she’s pulled herself away from Remi and Samuel ‘s little angsty reunion, her fingers and toes have begun to painfully throb. They feel like icey hot pokers have been jabbed into their tips, lacing pain up through her hands and feet. She winces her way across a mostly quiet room, thankful for the turn the party seems to have taken. Purposefully, the redhead refuses to make eye contact with anyone. No questions, please, nothing to to see here - move along and go back to sleep. But it’s obvious. She’s wearing outdoor gear. She’s done the stupid thing, and here she is, paying the stupid price. Sinking onto the stones right in front of the fire, Lily is finally able to see the potential damage. Her joints are stiff and difficult to move, her fingers a disturbingly bloodless color. She can’t even move them enough to try and grip her boots in order to pull them off, so she clumsily tries to scootch as close to the fire as possible in order to try and begin the warming up process through the leather. Every edge of her just kind of… really fucking hurts. And for the first time since landing here, Lily begins to silently cry. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin