[ ...covering her face and shifting her grip on Lilith a little— just enough that he can catch what she's feeling at the moment. she's good at setting aside everything but the immediate, so it's mostly an echo of the sheepish embarrassment on her face, with a side of fussy concern and guilt... still, there's something very odd about the shapes of them. not that they're shallow, exactly, but they're very clear-cut and pure— like a child's, perhaps. ]

...I'm sorry for the intrusion.