[The stiff greeting catches her off-guard.] Maketh.
[There’s a nod of acknowledgment and a half-hearted wave: unintentional, but in the spirit of an at ease, regardless. Why hadn't she answered her earlier? Looking for some sort of hint, Lilith regards the crisp edges of Maketh’s—well, Maketh’s everything. She’s as put together as she usually is, but there’s something in that formality and that look in her face that makes everything ring, oddly, false. Composed. Then she spots the new sword.
So… something had happened.
What, exactly, does one do in this situation? Lilith’s sharp, powerful, but she’s never been known for her emotional intelligence. She chews the inside of her lower lip and opens her mouth to speak. She’s determined to ignore it, as Maketh clearly means to do.]
action!!
[There’s a nod of acknowledgment and a half-hearted wave: unintentional, but in the spirit of an at ease, regardless. Why hadn't she answered her earlier? Looking for some sort of hint, Lilith regards the crisp edges of Maketh’s—well, Maketh’s everything. She’s as put together as she usually is, but there’s something in that formality and that look in her face that makes everything ring, oddly, false. Composed. Then she spots the new sword.
So… something had happened.
What, exactly, does one do in this situation? Lilith’s sharp, powerful, but she’s never been known for her emotional intelligence. She chews the inside of her lower lip and opens her mouth to speak. She’s determined to ignore it, as Maketh clearly means to do.]
You look— um. You… ironed.
[Great.]
Let’s just get the thing. The acid.