[Seasonal Event] stitch away from making it

Well, that’s one way to get through it; with dark humor and deflection, almost anything is possible! All jokes aside, Lily is thrilled to see Deimos alive and in apparently good spirits. Lord, if she couldn’t just watch him carry things and bend over all day… but ah, that is neither here nor there. She catches the proffered gloves and quickly puts them on, flashing him a quick smile of thanks. Stabbing herself with glass wouldn’t be any fun. They work together in companionable silence, the beauty and the half-beast comb the grass for anything that might hurt future bare feet, for things that could pierce or poke or otherwise prove very unpleasant. She collects a pile of smaller things - things that were better suited to her arms than to Deimos’s. His next question gives her pause, but it isn’t until she actually looks and sees his impish brow that she can answer. Casually, the redhead stretches from her bent-over position and shrugs. “Oh, you know… just some lady get eaten alive, I think. It was almost too dark to tell. And then almost lost my fingers and toes to frostbite. So, you know, the usual.” It’s macabre, but what else is there but defiance in the face of death and destruction? Lily is by no means minimizing the woman’s death, but she refuses to give power to the fear. She will not give in. She will thrive "You?" she asks. "Anything to make you shake in your boots?" lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin