Mary had proved to be a quick study, relatively speaking, and had picked up the basics of Lily's projection within a short time. She had found herself contemplating, why exactly she had agreed to teach Mary any sort of skill. The girl neither brave nor particularly strong, and yet something that compelled Lily to teach her. The question was, why? 

The question brought her mind back to their conversation, as she wandered the halls of the citadel-still using her stunning, elven appearance. What she is shared with Mary was something that she hadn't actually said out loud before, even if she could recognise it as being her honest intentions. But that was not everything, how could it be? She was not so capricious as that. It was something else, something tied to it, even if only as a matter of correlation. Mary had, over the course of less than an hour, gone from hating her demonic half to acknowledging that it was a part of her. She refused to believe that the girl had actually learned to welcome it, or even accept it, but at the very least she seemed willing to tolerate the fact that her humanity was a thing of the past. So why, again, was it that such a thing had made Lily teach her? 

Once again she thought back to their conversation, going over each topic, each word. Mostly, Lily had berated Mary for being spineless, cowardly, self-pitying, or any variation thereof. Of course she was justified, as Mary had done very little, to prove herself as being anything but. Was it rude to think of her that way? Probably. But no-one gained anything by sugar coating the truth. She was getting off topic again, however. So she had told Mary of her motivations for initially joining forces with the Council, even went so far as to reveal that she had had children wandering the Earth, and still had at the current moment. 

Lily's stopped mid step, eyes widening as realisation dawned on her. Of course, the answer had been simple; staring her right in the face from the very beginning. What Mary went through, what's the exact same thing that so many of her children, had gone through at one point or another during their lifetimes. It was something she could sympathize with, even if she has only ever experienced it's second-hand. 

"Well, that explains it," she muttered, allowing herself short chuckle at her own expense. 

That was one question answered, after which remained only one: What to do now? She could wander the halls for another few hours, exploring that which she had not yet seen. Alternatively she could look for Fenn, spend some time in his company be it as an annoyance to him, or something else, would remain to be seen were she to take that option. Other activities included things such as pestering and annoying the Watchers, practicing one of her skills or-the sound of metal on metal interrupted her train of thought, making her pause and turn towards the sound. [i]Or I could find out what or who is making that sound.[/i] 

She took off towards what was presumably the smithy, green dress fluttering about her and heels clicking on the stony floor with each step. What awaited her there was none other than Souta, one of their resident demon hunters, and one of the few pure-blooded humans among them, if not the only one at this point. 

She stood some distance away, watching the man work with her hands clasped behind her back, an easy smile on her lips. She waited a while, studying his methods, how he worked, and what materials he used. He was good, she had to admit, better than the average blacksmith, but even then he was by no means perfect, and still had a long way to go before he could be considered a master craftsman.

"You're doing it wrong," she said aloud, making her presence known for the first time since she'd arrived. Contrary to basic meaning of what she'd said, there was a teasing quality to her words. As if they were not entirely genuine. Teasing, even. Intended to rile him up, and garner a response.