Baptiste@Lillith: Well, aren't you a pretty little thing. ... Not like that means anything, in reality. Can you defend yourself at all? Just how good are you in battle?
The froslass let out a small giggle, amused by Baptisteās compliment.
āPretty thing? Iām glad you think so! Iām glad to hear that Iām not the only one who thinks that I donāt look too shabby as a ghost!ā she presses a ripped sleeve to herĀ āsnoutā as if to hide another giggle, but her expression turns more sheepish as she realized exactly what she just said.Ā āErr...I hope that doesnāt sound narcissistic or nothinā! You donāt look half bad either!ā
Lillith shifts herĀ ādressā slightly, to hide the awkwardness of her apology. It takes a moment or two to regain the nerve to speak again, but when she looks up, her grin is more confident.
āI can certainly defend myself. If I couldnāt, I doubt my mistress would allow me to reside in her thicket. Arceus knows that she works so hard to defend herself; if I were a burden in a fight, Iād be more trouble than Iām worth! Not to mention, Iāve been attacked in the past and havenāt been able to defend myself. That wonāt happen again, though. Itād be silly if I let that happen again. You gotta learn from your mistakes, and all that!ā she says in a more cheerful tone and flicks her remaining arm. Sparks occasionally jump from the sleeve, air suddenly filled with the crackle of electricity.
Lillith giggles again as the electricity slowly dissolves into nothingness, remaining energy from the attack being returned to her core.Ā āI could give you a better demonstration if youād like, but I donāt think my mistress would approve too much of me sparring with a stranger right now. Perhaps another time!ā
