[center][h1][hr]Lilliana O'Hare[hr][/h1][/center] Lily looked over at Alfie, the poor guy clearly conflicted over his own feelings. She smiled softly at him before taking a quick glance over at Thrax. "You kow, you don't have to be ashamed to feel scared. Fear is an emotion we all experience, and a rather important one at that. Think about it, fear is one way we prepare ourselves for danger, the same way a prey does when faced with a predator." She paused for a moment to wonder whether she had made sense, but she knew Alfie was intelligent enough to understand. "To be totally honest, I'm scared as well," she continued, leaning closer to Alfie to be just out earshot, "but it's how we react to the situation that will define whether or not we manage to survive." Gauging his undecipherable expression to what she had just said, Lily gave him a playful nudge before she whispered "You'll be okay" in a rather low voice. She then rubbed her eyes, the situation they were in slowly getting to her. But rather than allowing Alfie to see her stressed out, she stood up and started pacing around the cell. Thrax still seemed to be lost in his own small world, and she didn't dare disturb him. She knew better than to not respect his own personal space. "What a time to be alive," she whispered to herself, leaning on the cell door opposite of Thrax, watching the guards make their rounds. When they were first detained, they had found the small bottle of liquor Lily kept on her most of the time, and those bastards even had the nerve to give her a smirk as they opened up the bottle to smell its content. There was a small possibility that she could have poisoned the liquor just to spite them, but doing so would have unleashed an immediate retaliation against them, and no small bottle of liquor was worth such trouble. Her anxiety still not easing, Lily walked back over to where Alfie sat and rejoined him as she got comfortable, bringing up her knees to her chest in a unconscious protective gesture. "Gotta love playing the waiting game."