*winces when she sees the expression on your face (what are you so afraid of?), and already she finds it nearly impossible to reconcile the smiling, laughing girl she saw a moment ago with the sullen, guarded Lily she knows (the one surfacing now)*
*gently* When is the performance, Liltëas? You looked wonderful up there. *trying to inject a measure of lightness into her tone* Not that I have any clue about ballet, of course. They always seem to discriminate against girls like me just because I have two left feet.