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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

"No," Lily said. "I ..." Except, it did look familiar. Generally she kept things like that in her robes, but every once in a while if she didn't plan on wearing robes, she'd shove things in her pockets or hook them on a belt loop.

She patted herself with her free hand, drawing the part of the broken cord that had held it on her belt loop. She gazed at the cord as if it were somehow strange to her, and she wondered just how tenuous her hold on her emotions was just then. She felt like she was about to crack, and she knew she couldn't. Not until she'd figured things out, gotten some answers, and gotten to a safe place.

If there even were safe places around here. Her lips parted as she finally managed to draw her eyes away from the remnants of the cord, and she offered him a shaky smile. "I ... suppose I did," she murmured. She studied him for a moment, and she wondered if he was just as out of place as she was, or if he simply had a different sense of style than the majority.

She also wondered how she was coming off, because she didn't feel remotely stable. "Sorry," she apologized. "I'm not ..." Not what? Not usually so rude? Not from around here? Not myself right now? She shrugged one shoulder in a helpless gesture before she extended her hand for the pouch.