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Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Carrying precious cargo

When it came to remembering this night later on, Lily would never quite be sure how she managed to make it out of the ivory hall. As it happened, she did it by staggering half-blind through a grand archway into a nearby hall, her mind still reeling from the after effects of whatever Shiloh had done with his words. With one hand, she groped for the wall, using it to steady herself as she trudged away from the sounds of shouting and breaking glass. In the other, she kept a sturdy grip on a soft bundle of fur, cradled gently against the red glass sequins that glistened on her torso.

When she felt sufficiently far from the clamor of disaster, she leaned against the wall of the austere hallway, sliding down to the ground in a nest made out of the ruby feathers of her skirts. She struggled to breathe, to calm herself, but all the while she softly pet at the bunny in her arms. "We're out of there," she murmured, though it was unclear whether she was reassuring the hare or herself. "No more spooky s**t, just us. It's okay." Slowly, the theater lights in her mind faded, and she was able to look down at the bundle with tired but clear eyes.

Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Dispensing sage teenage advice

Lily felt the soft kick in her arms and reoriented herself, her mind coming to focus on the waking bun. "Welcome to the world of the living, snowball," she jeered softly, her delivery a little more sincere than intended. It was strange, admittedly--normally if Jamie was a hare, then she was a fisher, and now that she had time to think about it he seemed especially small and fragile in her human arms. But there was no doubt that it was in fact him; underneath the soft fur thrummed the steady note of pack, of family.

Something with too many legs strode by, and Lily lifted her knees protectively, staring the guest down until they rounded a corner. She held her breath until she stopped hearing footsteps, then looked down again, smoothing out his ears like they might have been an unruly hairdo.

"So, real talk," she began leaning back against the wall. "Your friend sucks and you should dump him." She played it as deadpan as she could, but she could still feel the ugly knots in her stomach, see the stage lights, hear the voice of her mother.

Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Not taking any sass

Lily raised an eyebrow under her mask, watching Jamie wiggle and squirm. "Don't be shy, tell me how you really feel," she responded sarcastically, otherwise allowing him to have his little fit in peace. She wasn't going to press the issue if he didn't want to talk about it--after all, everyone left her alone about Ashton, so who was she to judge?

Her expression softened the more Jamie went about in his silent protest, however, and after a few moments she sighed in exasperation. "No, nope, you gotta stop before my brain goes into total cute meltdown, your powers are too strong for my feeble human mind." In an attempt to break up the rebellion, she started tickling at his stomach softly, trying to be mindful of her claws. Could rabbits even be ticklish? There was only one way to find out.

Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Out for adorable vengeance

If Lily thought that tickling the rabbit would do anything to make him less cute, she found herself sorely mistaken. "Oh, for the love of God, this is even worse," Lily groaned, but she was smiling regardless, laughing to herself as she bent closer, pressing her advantage. It seemed to be working, up until the point that an unlucky rabbit's foot socked her across the nose.

For a moment, she stood completely still, and then a hand touched the bridge of her masked nose, inspecting the ivory for cracks. "Oh okay," she responded lowly, her voice gravelly calm. "Oh it's on, ******** twisted under him suddenly as her body shifted, and in a moment's time a masked fisher with tiny white horns pounced on the hare, yammering and screeching the entire time. It was only when she found eye contact that she stopped, lolling a tongue between her fangs.