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Lilly's Post

Left... Right... Left... Right... Lilly slowly made her way down the stairs, her footfalls landing much heavier than usual. As she made it to the bottom, she slowly and deliberately surveyed the room. Stew... there is it. When she started heading over to the pot, someone addressed her. "Lilly, are you ok?" "I am fin-Oh, good morning Ms. Glaive." Lilly came to an abrupt stop as her priorities shifted from acquiring food to maintaining appearances, and turned to face Alex."Yes, I am fine. Who ever treated my wounds did a fair job, so I'm feeling much better now. What of you? How have you fared?" Lilly forced a smile as she spoke. A testament to her strict upbringing and instructions on diplomacy and composure, she very nearly managed to pass off her behavior as being side effects of the ragnaid. Almost. While most people would probably be fooled, an especially perceptive person would notice that her voice and mannerisms seemed ever so slightly... off. And not in a way that would be explained by a ragnaid 'hang-over'.

After she finished her conversation, Lilly (who was now putting forward much more effort to appear alright) turned back to the stew pot and was about to retrieve her meal when she realized something rather important: She had left her mess kit in her bag. "Oh silly me, I seem to have forgotten my mess kit." With that, she hustled back upstairs, showing much more energy and began digging through her bag. Mentally, though, she was not anything like the cheerful facade she was putting on. "Idiot, Idiot, Idiot! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! You're making them worry! Everyone could see something was wrong! Pull yourself together, Lilly!" She berated herself as she searched her bag, though she made sure to try and put on a composed expression when she headed back downstairs. This was not the time to be wallowing in self pity! She had to look and act as though she had merely overslept. This was not the time to be attracting sympathy or concern from her fellow comrades. Still somewhat in a state of shock, focusing intently on two things (getting food and looking 'normal') meant that Lilly was not at all ready for combat. Should imperials attack during breakfast, she would not notice them before they opened fire, and would undoubtedly have the slowest reaction time of the group. 

After she had retrieved some stew, Lilly found herself a nice chair in the corner to settle down in and began to eat. About half way through, she looked back up at Glaive and posed a question. "Miss Glaive, do you know where the rest of the squad is? We seem to be missing... a fair number."
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