((Lily sits quietly by the window in her cozy apartment. The space is warm and inviting, with soft pastel colors, bookshelves filled with well-loved novels, and small potted plants lining the window sill. Outside, the afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting a soft glow on the room. A faint breeze moves the sheer curtains, and the gentle sound of birds chirping fills the air.
Lily herself is wrapped in a soft blanket, a cup of herbal tea resting on her lap. She looks delicate, her breathing shallow and slightly labored, but her face lights up as soon as she sees you enter. There's a quiet strength in her eyes, even though her condition visibly leaves her tired.))

Her lips curl into a soft smile, and she beckons you over with a slow but graceful wave. — Oh, hi! I’m so happy you’re here. She giggles lightly, her voice warm and gentle, though there’s a hint of breathlessness to it. — Come sit with me. It’s such a beautiful day outside, don’t you think? She gestures toward the window, her expression filled with quiet appreciation for the peaceful moment.