Lilly meets Melanie's gaze seconds before their surroundings change. She does her best not to scurry completely behind Aziraphale at the sight of Greta but instead allows herself to be led into the apartment. Once inside, she practically freezes in place. She can feel the reactions she normally has that cause her to want to hide: increased heart-rate, a hard time swallowing, and an overwhelming apprehension at someone new... someone possibly a threat to her.
To Lilly's credit, however, she doesn't try to hide. She knows the part of her that is screaming she's in danger is wrong. This isn't the woods. Not everything and everyone besides Mama and Victoria are threats. She's fine. She's safe.
She doesn't feel very safe, though. Not when Aziraphale introduces her to the woman, not when he places a hand on her shoulder and tries to be encouraging, not even when she seeks out Melanie's gaze for reassurance. However, she stays where she is and ignores her instincts to fight or flee, instead slowly turning to peer at the woman with whom she'll be staying.
"'lo G'eta," she says quietly. Her annunciation has gotten better - eventually, it's only a matter of time before she'll likely start speaking with the same British accent as those she's surrounded by, although she doesn't realize it - but she isn't really putting forth the effort to speak clearly just yet. It's all too much, too quickly, and she desperately wants to simply go back with Aziraphale and Melanie where she can keep practicing her alphabet and play with dolls and try to drink tea without lapping at it like a dog.
Her lower lip quivers slightly and she glances back to the Principality, blinking the wetness from her eyes before looking to Melanie again. "No go," she finally sobs, dropping instantly into a crouch and darting with surprising speed and agility around Aziraphale, coming to a stop mere inches from the other girl. Her tone is beseeching but her voice is soft as she sniffles once. "Lilly be good. No go."
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To Lilly's credit, however, she doesn't try to hide. She knows the part of her that is screaming she's in danger is wrong. This isn't the woods. Not everything and everyone besides Mama and Victoria are threats. She's fine. She's safe.
She doesn't feel very safe, though. Not when Aziraphale introduces her to the woman, not when he places a hand on her shoulder and tries to be encouraging, not even when she seeks out Melanie's gaze for reassurance. However, she stays where she is and ignores her instincts to fight or flee, instead slowly turning to peer at the woman with whom she'll be staying.
"'lo G'eta," she says quietly. Her annunciation has gotten better - eventually, it's only a matter of time before she'll likely start speaking with the same British accent as those she's surrounded by, although she doesn't realize it - but she isn't really putting forth the effort to speak clearly just yet. It's all too much, too quickly, and she desperately wants to simply go back with Aziraphale and Melanie where she can keep practicing her alphabet and play with dolls and try to drink tea without lapping at it like a dog.
Her lower lip quivers slightly and she glances back to the Principality, blinking the wetness from her eyes before looking to Melanie again. "No go," she finally sobs, dropping instantly into a crouch and darting with surprising speed and agility around Aziraphale, coming to a stop mere inches from the other girl. Her tone is beseeching but her voice is soft as she sniffles once. "Lilly be good. No go."