Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

Lily flower? She couldn't remember if that was what her name was supposed to mean, and she hoped it wasn't. Lily flowers were fragile. Mountain Woman seemed content with the explanation, and she knew today, she'd have to play on the other woman's court. Keep her satisfied, or she'd go off on her. She felt she was succeeding, though, in coming up with a way to speak to the dreadful creature, to keep her from launching into fight mode. It was a different sort of manipulation that wasn't just flattery and charm; it was to learn how to dance on thin ice. 

By the way she'd shown the scar, Lilia had thought that it was a lure, to start a conversation. Apparently not. So she bobbed her head as an apology, licking her lips to show she'd intended no insult, and that she got the point. "Mountain people thound like thtrong people," She said, next, having learned that Mountain Woman wasn't the only one. "Maybe we're not tho different," She said, leaning her head to the side, so her neck fur shifted, revealing the long claw marks that stretched from the base of her neck and down the front of her shoulder on each side; a pair of epaulettes that were almost completely healed by this point, but bare skin still.