Broken Boulder chicken noodle soup

She tilted her head in question, blinking softly. "Where does your sister live?" she inquired, ears angling forward. Lily didn't remember him mentioning a sister, though perhaps it had been lost in the deluge of words he'd given her that sleepless night. Her speechless moon had been so monotonous, so draining, that her mind was beginning to block it out altogether; most of it was nothing but a blur.

Lily chuckled at his joke, but just barely, a burst of air through her nostrils and a grin. She closed her eyes at his touch, enjoying the feel of it. It was soothing, sort of like the way--

Vilkas. The name came suddenly to mind, and her heart lodged in her throat--no swallow could push it down again. The corners of her lips twitched with barely checked emotion; she looked away from Khali, staring intently at the ground. Perhaps if she focused her attention on this inconsequential blade of grass, she would forget the way Vilkas had looked at her. . .

Fat chance of that.