Hushed Willows You're eyes shine as bright as the stars, look into me.

You're a bad liar, she teased, waiting for him to catch up with her. They strolled along together; she was constantly aware of something in the air, because Khali was acting strange, too. What sort of sickness was this? Honestly, she'd take it if she didn't have to vomit half her body weight again.

His question came right on time, and she shrugged, glancing at him as she walked. I dunno. I feel. . .funny, she tried, ears swiveling in uncertainty. Like I'm getting sick, but I don't feel sick. In fact, I feel great. But not like usual. It's different. Lily cocked her head in query. What about you? How are you feeling?