For those who knew what to look for, seeing Fisher in Lily was obvious. It was mostly in the eyes, the same bright hue that was so light blue it was gray, round and unsure of their surroundings. It was her posture too, meek and curled into herself (though she was even smaller than Fisher had been) and never seeming entirely comfortable.
As Nox got to his feet, Lily shrank back a bit, wondering if his zealousness was to come over and find a way to prove that she had been lying. Of course, in the back of her mind she knew better, because Nox would never have done anything to harm her. But he would hug her, even though she hated it. The first thing she was aware of was that her boobs were squished against Nox's chest, and ugh, that was so gross. Then she became aware that he had captured her in a tight embrace.
"Okay..." she said softly, patting his side. She would allow him to do his Nox thing, but only for so long. "You made your point. Quit squishing my tits."