No, she definitely didn't like that. She didn't like his darkness or the way it pushed against her life and the vibrancy of Summer. It was Winter though and the season held sway, so though while she could maintain the burn of Summer's life against the touch of dark and death she wouldn't try to overpower him. It wasn't a contest of strength after all, and in the waning of the seasons she wasn't at the height of her power anyway. So let his darkness reign and her Summer burn. It painted a tragic picture, because on the edge where their respective forces met the grass grew, wilted, died and sprang anew in rapid succession.
It was like a video on high speed, showing the passage of time. Lily watched it, then looked at the boy.
"To rest," she said. "I can take away your pain, give you peace."