Lilly likes exploring and, out of everything that's being said, that's the one word that actually perks her up a little. Of course, the first few steps she spends with her gaze on Melanie as though she might disappear at any given second. However, by the time Lilly's far enough away that the conversation between Greta and Aziraphale is little more than background noise, her attention turns to the apartment itself.
She has no opinion about how a house should look or what decorations are nice and which ones aren't. The only place she's lived that she considers a true home was filthy, run-down, and lacked even the most basic of luxuries. However, she supposes Greta's is nice enough. The walls are definitely begging to be drawn on, at any rate.
Then Lilly notices the art supplies and, slowly, a smile begins to appear. "Lah-ook, Mel'nie!" she exclaims, even making a point to enunciate the L in front of words other than her name, just like she's been taught. Running it into the rest of the word, clearly, is going to take more practice. Her gaze goes from the supplies, back to the girl beside her, and her smile falters as reality once again begins to seep in.
"Lilly miss Mel'nie," she says softly, her smile falling a bit as she peers up at the girl. She knows she has no say-so, just like when the strangers took her from Mama and the woods, and she does understand this is going to happen, but she's still not terribly pleased about leaving the girl she's begun to consider a sister.
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She has no opinion about how a house should look or what decorations are nice and which ones aren't. The only place she's lived that she considers a true home was filthy, run-down, and lacked even the most basic of luxuries. However, she supposes Greta's is nice enough. The walls are definitely begging to be drawn on, at any rate.
Then Lilly notices the art supplies and, slowly, a smile begins to appear. "Lah-ook, Mel'nie!" she exclaims, even making a point to enunciate the L in front of words other than her name, just like she's been taught. Running it into the rest of the word, clearly, is going to take more practice. Her gaze goes from the supplies, back to the girl beside her, and her smile falters as reality once again begins to seep in.
"Lilly miss Mel'nie," she says softly, her smile falling a bit as she peers up at the girl. She knows she has no say-so, just like when the strangers took her from Mama and the woods, and she does understand this is going to happen, but she's still not terribly pleased about leaving the girl she's begun to consider a sister.