Lillian stood before a full length mirror she had requested be brought to her quarters looking upon her naked form. Vain is not a word she would ever use to have describe herself, nor was she someone who cared very deeply about her appearance. But as she starred at the serious burns that started a few centimeters above her ankles and stretched all the way up the front of both legs to just below her genitals she couldn't help but feel depressed at how ugly she now found herself. The fact that the wounds would eventually heal did little to brighten her spirits as she had studied burns in the past and knew that with burns as serious as hers the best she could hope for was the scar tissue might one day fade enough that her legs would look somewhat normal. Starring at her marred form in the mirror made Lily think of the future; she never had much interest in finding love, and she never imagined herself marrying. However she had planned that someday before she was too old that she would like to have a child or two. She would need a man of some order to achieve that but she couldn't help but fear that there was no man that would willingly lay with her as she now was. Lillian did her best to hold back tears at that thought, feeling that she had cried enough in the past two days she had been staying at the house. She had cried both from the physical pain of her wounds, but also the emotional pain at having lost several months worth of research notes when the pouches that held her notes combusted. She had done her best to remake the notes from memory, but what once had filled four sizable notebooks, now barely filled one and a half. Lily decided that under the circumstances crying was probably quite reasonable and let herself cry for a few minutes. 

When she felt she had cried enough Lily sat on the edge of her bed and began to dress her wounds; gently rubbing an experimental medical salve she received from another member of the house over the burned areas, and then wrapping both legs in fresh bandages. The salve worked wonders to dull the pain and assist in healing, but it smelled something terrible, so Lily followed up her wrapping by spraying both her legs with her favorite pear scented perfume, one of the few combustible items that survived the fire. She then stood and walked around the room a few times to ensure she had done an adequate enough wrap job that the bandages were not going to slip off. Satisfied that everything was in place Lillian fetched the clothes she had sent over from her own home and started to dress herself. To her surprise her mother had sent over a plum coloured dress that was on the lighter side of plum. Her mother would never give such a brightly coloured dress to her "prone-to-get-filthy" daughter. The dress also had a great deal of elegantly crafted and positioned white lace that suited Lily's tastes perfectly. With a bit of difficulty, and after tearing off a few decorative and obstructive parts of the dress, Lillian had it on and inspected herself in the mirror. The plum suited her surprisingly nicely and made her feel somewhat beautiful which was exactly the sort of feeling she was in need of. "How is it mother always knows what I need?" she questioned aloud. Lily finished getting herself ready, doing her hair, giving her neck a small spray of perfume, and clipping on her gold frame glasses to her nose. The last of her personal effects to take care of was the remains of the pouches she always carried. The destroyed pouches had been replaced with spares and the equipment and chemicals inside had also been replaced with extras Lillian had sent over from her home. With exception to the notes she lost her pouches and their contents were as they once were, with one minor and important change. All flammable materials were placed in the same pouch which was made of thicker leather, and each individual bottle had its own leather case. Lilian's father always said that some lessons must be learned the hard way and Lily had most certainly learned from hers. 

After winding all four of her watches to make sure they would be ticking for the day Lily left her room and ventured upstairs, keen to get some fresh air after having been stuck inside in bed for two days straight. As Lily was about to exit the grounds she was intercepted by one of the houses servants.

"Good morning Miss Lillian...p-pardon my intrusion." The young serving maid seemed oddly meek for one of Adam's staff. Lillian quickly realized it was because she was wearing her "Thinking Face" as her father liked to call it, and apparently her thinking face makes her appear quite cross. Lily did her best to take on a more neutral appearance but without a mirror it was impossible to say if her new look was any better.

"Professor Lillian, actually. What can I do for you, miss?" Lily asked, hoping to move the conversation along.

"Master Adam wishes to know if you would like to join him for breakfast." This made Lily smile, she was quite pleased to know her friend was not only well, but well enough to entertain. 

"I should be delighted to do so. You can tell him I will join him for breakfast shortly, after I have taken a walk around the grounds." the maid bowed her head and quickly scurried off to relay the message. Lily quickly made her way outside so as to not be bothered by anyone else and went for a leisurely walk around the house's grounds.