lilywhite lilith

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. At least, well-- Well, laughter can be a fear response, and I'm awfully confused."

If Lora wasn't so flustered herself, she'd clap hands to forehead, since that appeared to have been the source of Flora's nervous titter. Not that it wasn't a pleasant sound, but...

"Is anything the matter?" She knows there is.

"Your skin's terribly patchy, here. The parts buried under your fringe are pale, and the rest are tanned clear to burning. Here, I'll get some makeup."

Lora knows that Flora knows that Lora doesn't care, particularly, about makeup. And yet.