LILY
They’re not… stealthy about their leaving. A silent alarm has been raised, clearly, and she doesn't know for what or whom the alarm bells toll. So while Lily may or may not have been quietly pouting to herself about two of her friends couldn't be bothered to see her newest, stunning creation, she is roused from her indulgence in self-pity when not one, not two, but four of them tear through the hall. She is on her feet, startled, and sees where they went - out the door. At Melly’s heels, she makes sure the door is locked again, but stands at the barricade, ready to open it when they return from whatever it is they’re doing. She might have been another ideal candidate to sing with them, to walk into the darkness - but her soul had tasted darkness twice before, and she isn’t fond of the feeling. Here, she can unknowingly keep some luxere at the gate. Here, she can ask the password. Here, she can wait.
don't know if you love me or you want me dead
the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
