[It takes all her self-control, not to rip her hands away as Lilith starts raving about curses. Witchcraft. Un-godly things. Befitting her name, perhaps, though speaking such words here, out loud where people might hear... Where they may shame the mother for her child's graceless behaviour... Lowering her voice, she pulls Lilith closer, gripping her by the elbows, her slim fingers digging into Lilith's sleeves.]
Don't talk. Why are you so cold? Oh, why are you so helpless!
[She reaches out and begins buttoning up the coat. Like she would have for both her children, ages and ages back, if there hadn't been someone else to do it for her.]
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Don't talk. Why are you so cold? Oh, why are you so helpless!
[She reaches out and begins buttoning up the coat. Like she would have for both her children, ages and ages back, if there hadn't been someone else to do it for her.]