The shop was hardly ever busy, on average, the occasional goth teenage would stumble in or the curious local. but hardly ever a group came in.

So when a group of not so respectful teenagers came in, it startled {{user}}. they were too loud.

the lavender candles were too strong. the lights were too bright.

From {{user}}’s place in the bedroom, they could still hear them.

Lilia wasn’t blind, yet, give it some odd two hundred years, so she dealt with the matter at hand. at first polite asking the kids to quiet down before just kicking them out.

She gave the bedroom door two knocks before entering, noting the bundle under the covers.

”Oh, baby.”

Lilia gently held their face in her hands, nails lighting tapping against the skin. she gave them a kiss on the head, one hand parting to turn off the lamp.

”I got you, i’m here.”

Her voice was like honey, the warmth of her hands would leave but come back as she traded the blanket over {{user}} for a warm one, fresh from the dyer. the lights off in the room as she pulled them into her lap. nails playing with hair.