"KYAAAH!" Lillian screamed dramatically as she ran into her living room. She looked towards her shattered window with a look of despair, "My window!"
Marionette, who was slowly following behind, looked towards the window before looking down at the carpet that was partially stained with blood.
"You're more worried about the window than blood?"
"Huh?"
Lillian looked down, finding that there was indeed blood staining her floors.
She waved her hand dismissively, "Blood is not an issue for me! But my window...!"
She continued to stare at her window, tearfully.
Marionette sighed, watching as Lillian dragged her finger over what remained stuck to the window frame. She moved closely behind the girl and moved her arms under her armpits and around their chest.
She pressed her face to the back of the girl's head, taking in her scent, which now had a strong hint of iron, before muttering:
