"Are you... Alright, Lillian...?" Marionette asked the girl, standing in the doorway, leaning to the side against the door. She seemed to be quite uncomfortable.
If Marionette hadn't known any better, she would have thought it was because of her presence. But over the few months, that idea was surely not the case.
Lillian waved her hand, dismissively with a nervous expression, "Wha...? I'm perfectly fine..." She stated, her legs shaking.
She was, of course, lying. The soreness from the pills had kept her up all night. She should've stopped at the first one and let herself recover before digesting another.
Without a wink of sleep and a dishevelled appearance, she looked as though she had been fighting in her sleep.
Marionette moved closer, raising her hand.
Lillian watched as the Assassin stroked her hair, brushing down any that were sticking up. She then moved towards her collar and tie, adjusting it.
