[Lilith doesn't text Fear a thanks, but she does spend some time turning the green orb about in her hands before finally giving into the temptation and crushing it between them.
The lingering cloud of smoke that emerges from the broken orb fades, and centers itself onto her left wrist, dark green whorls mingling and overlapping with the blue Siren markings. Her fingers trace the resulting tattoo with interest.
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The lingering cloud of smoke that emerges from the broken orb fades, and centers itself onto her left wrist, dark green whorls mingling and overlapping with the blue Siren markings. Her fingers trace the resulting tattoo with interest.
Well. This is new.] Neat.