Ah, shucks. And she was pretty convinced that her acting skills were still up to par (they weren't; her emotions actually deceived her quite readily.) as she stood there doing her best to pretend she was totally fine. Even when she brought her hand up to ghost the bruise, no, she'd do that later, she was trying to appear calm and collected inwardly. She didn't want to know what it felt like, and in turn have a mental image of what it might look like. It'd make her head hurt more. Tea? Okay. She could do that. Crossing her arms over her torso, she sauntered cautiously over to where he'd invited her to. Probably avoiding any if not all eye contact.
"So it was a bash." She'd said, more in a way that seemed as if she were confirming something rather than asking. Lily interlaced her fingers together and had her hands neatly resting in front of her, a bit afraid to touch anything. Since she might drop it. "That's good. I thought it was more like a smash, but a bash, that's a better way of putting it." Lily's voice was not as haunting as Lucy's, it didn't echo like the vampire's did.