[DROP] Bleak

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Oh no, oh no, oh noooooo this is alllllll going to hell in a handbasket. With all the commotion and death and dying, Lily is seriously worried, which is weird, because she generally isn’t prone to anxiety. Nevertheless, something makes her worry about the Luxere herd, who are supposed to be protecting them, but obviously not doing a good job of it. I mean, did they just… leave? In all the fuss, she is able to slip out… just to check. And fuck, it’s a good thing she does, because she sees half the herd moving away. “Oh no, oh no, oh… please stay,” she whispers to them, trying to compel some to return to guard the Rathskellar… but of course, she is wildly unsuccessful. There is only one thing to do, in her mind, and that’s to follow them. They wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t important, right? She struggles to keep up with them, so by the time she reaches the fallen Luxere, there are already several others there. Upon spotting the bleeding young one she gives a little gasp and a sigh and inches towards it - not sure what she might do except give it some comfort. She begins to hum 'Greensleeves' quietly. Just in case.