She shrugs away the thanks. “No need to thank me, it was as much for myself as it was for anyone else.” She hadn’t made an effort to save anyone inside - the only thing she did was try to hold them there long enough for everyone to get out of the burning building. And even then, they’d had to leave Amalia and Deimos behind. Luckily, the pair caught up the group but she’d still left them. Saved her own skin.
“I’m glad you liked the song, though. Felt fitting that we should remember who saved us.” Even though their memories seem to perilously short…
Rather than commenting on the blame he seems to foolishly heap upon himself, Lily bends down and begins to pick up things and sort them into piles according to their type: glass in one pile, tools in another, metal in a third, rubbish in a fourth. If he wanted to whip himself, he could, but they all knew the deal for LongNight. They knew what would happen if they weren’t in on time. They knew the risks of opening the doors and keeping them closed. They knew. They made choices. Regret, while the stuff of beautiful songs, isn’t actually useful to the human psyche unless it’s a catalyst for change.
Chuckling at the last bit, however, Lily straightens and waggles her delicate, white hands at the man. “Do you think these are the hands of someone who’s familiar with smithies?” It’s all in kindness, of course. “No, I’m afraid my familiarity with manual labor is strictly limited to ladies and how to button up their fancy things. Or how to entertain a man.” She gets a brief look of consideration on her face, which turns into a slight smile. “That doesn’t mean I’m not open to learning a bit about them.
“I’m glad you liked the song, though. Felt fitting that we should remember who saved us.” Even though their memories seem to perilously short…
Rather than commenting on the blame he seems to foolishly heap upon himself, Lily bends down and begins to pick up things and sort them into piles according to their type: glass in one pile, tools in another, metal in a third, rubbish in a fourth. If he wanted to whip himself, he could, but they all knew the deal for LongNight. They knew what would happen if they weren’t in on time. They knew the risks of opening the doors and keeping them closed. They knew. They made choices. Regret, while the stuff of beautiful songs, isn’t actually useful to the human psyche unless it’s a catalyst for change.
Chuckling at the last bit, however, Lily straightens and waggles her delicate, white hands at the man. “Do you think these are the hands of someone who’s familiar with smithies?” It’s all in kindness, of course. “No, I’m afraid my familiarity with manual labor is strictly limited to ladies and how to button up their fancy things. Or how to entertain a man.” She gets a brief look of consideration on her face, which turns into a slight smile. “That doesn’t mean I’m not open to learning a bit about them.
