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Happily chatting Aaron's ear off about her plans for the get together, Lilie waved her phone around anytime she hadn't been taking notes or scouring the web for ideas. The conversation had gotten rid of a lot of her unease, and the next time she saw Mariette, she would inform of of her plans to throw the party. Aaron was right, after all, and the less arguing the better. Besides, after a nerve-wracking first few days, a little picnic for fun was not just a great icebreaker, but it was a good way to get to know everyone. Keeping busy was always her way of keeping herself from freaking out anyway; 'the devil makes work for idle hands to do' as her mother always said. 

As Salem approached the pair, Lilie waved him over frantically. For the moment she placed her phone on the table, eager to welcome him and ask how the class went. Of course, her perky expression all but vanished the second her eyes landed on his hands. Her own hands flew to her mouth as she saw how they looked, the blood making it look worse. How in the world could this have happened? As he mentioned his class her eyes snapped up to him. This happened in a class. So it was done on purpose. Someone intentionally hurt Salem to the point where he was bleeding and he was playing it off like it was nothing. 

A small panic seemed to grip Lilie, though she shoved it down and away as she knew Salem needed to be tended to first. [color=deepskyblue]"This happened in [i]class[/i]?"[/color] She lowered her hands as she looked at Salem. [color=deepskyblue]"Forget about hanging out, we need to get you healed--there's an infirmary, isn't there? Maybe we can find Aine--"[/color] Lilie kept cutting herself off, wishing she had something to help him with.

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