Hushed Willows who even *is* galileo?

Lily's ears folded flat as well, eyes flashing with worry. She watched as the girl made her way to the water, hanging well back and giving Brilliance her space. She barely had a handle on her emotions, watching the girl obviously suffer. She was sick, and sad, and---what on earth could she do about it?

I don't know what to do. And a sob rose in her throat at the thought.

Is there. . . What can I do for you? she said quietly, hesitantly, afraid to disturb the atmosphere with mere words. The chasm between them had grown even larger; once daunting, it now seemed insurmountable.