[She could've taken it if Maketh had just screamed at her. She's equipped for that: for teeth and claws, for lashing back and giving worse than she'd gotten. As it is, the simple statement is too much for Lilith to bear. She opens her mouth, but the words die on her lips. For once, there's no cutting remark or snide comment there.
There is no flash of color in her eyes or along the tattoos on her arm, but her hands curl into fists and, imperceptibly, tremble.]
Waste of my time. [she mumbles under her breath. It's half-hearted, without any pushing force behind it. Her voice even quakes.
Lilith presses her lips together in a tight line, turns quickly on her heel, and with heavy steps heads right out the door.]
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There is no flash of color in her eyes or along the tattoos on her arm, but her hands curl into fists and, imperceptibly, tremble.]
Waste of my time. [she mumbles under her breath. It's half-hearted, without any pushing force behind it. Her voice even quakes.
Lilith presses her lips together in a tight line, turns quickly on her heel, and with heavy steps heads right out the door.]