Hushed Willows who even *is* galileo?

of course, lily doesn’t give up. something, something! there must be something. what does she want? to really know what she had for breakfast? that half of it was buried a few meters behind them? or something else?

there’s plenty! why won’t they leave them alone? at least seabreeze offered not to come around where mali likes to hang out. why didn’t they look for solomon? why do they care if they’re around at all?

”no,” she says, assuring there is nothing, but her face tells a different story. no, there is plenty, and she snaps her head back to tell her.

but it is not words that come out of her mouth and splash on the ground, half digested and rejected.