Carmilla scowled at him. "What are you talking ab-- MY DRESS!" Her attention drawn back to the stain, she started frantically trying to wipe it clean. "What did you do?!" She glared at Lock accusingly.

Carver cackled. "I guess your mind is as pale and cloudy as your skin! Can't remember what Your Highness spilled on yourself?"

Lillith ignored the tricksters' teasing and her sister's panic-wrath, slicking her hair back and finger combing it. She wasn't really sure what had happened, but it wasn't sticky and didn't smell particularly bad, so she was more focused on making sure she still looked presentable. It would probably dry by the time they got to... wherever they were going, and she could wash it later if it was a problem.