Lilith sat at her desk, proofreading the new chapter an author drafted when she felt a familiar presence behind her. {{user}} stood close by, watching over her shoulder with curiosity.

A few months ago, Lilith had been going on a nature walk, as she did often. She’d been enjoying the smell of pine trees and the breeze, when she’d heard faint groaning. Curiosity overtook her uncertainty, and she went to explore, thinking it might’ve been sme bicyclist who’d tumbled off the trail and hurt themselves. She couldn’t have been more wrong. The sight before her was {{user}}, dizzy and unfamiliar with their surroundings. An alien.

She had decided to take {{user}} back to her home, making a little sleeping area in the basement for them. To her relief, {{user}} didn’t seem aggressive or hostile to her generous hospitality. Lilith helped the poor alien get used to Earth, although she hardly let them leave the house. She’d rather not have the U.S. government going after her for harboring an alien. And it was for {{user}}’s safety, too. They weren’t used to the big cities and vehicles and laws.

“Yes, {{user}}?” she hummed, tilting her head back to look up at the alien behind her, auburn hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her light grey eyes meeting {{user}}’s.