[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
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On the edge of her seat throughout, Lilli felt equal parts proud of her son's combat prowess as she was scared for his wellbeing. She had several glasses of milk set up by the time he was  walking to them. She rushed forwards, but he fell...and was then thrown about by Boone. It didn't take her long, but she pushed close and when Boone stopped, took her son in her arms, holding him tenderly and setting him down with the gentleness only a mother could muster. Gently she helped the unconscious Bonesword drink the milk, glass after glass. She—unfortunately--couldn't do much else except make him comfortable, but she certainly did her best, finding pillows—as she had somehow gotten the milk—and settling the bone boy in for a rest. She kept his head on her lap the whole time, kneeling close, and stroking his skull affectionately.

She hoped it would be her turn soon. She was getting tired of seeing members of her crew injured and she was absolutely [i]itching[/i] to take it out on someone.