when the busy bee gathers

Lillie growled at Motif's words, cries softening as rage started to form; those growls intensified when she heard Evangeline approach. Adrenaline shot through the wounded girl, and she surged to her paws - eyes narrowed, one bloodied and one a furious green slit, her hackles raised as she positioned herself in front of Vail. "Do not go near Vail," she snarled - seeming suddeny oblivious to the pain, and indeed she was - the only thing going through her was rage, and protective instinct. "You will not harm her - you did enough." The words were still growled. One of her limbs hung limply; she could feel, in the back of her mind, that it hurt - just like she could her eye and face. She was near inconsolable; reacting purely on instinct - and that instinct said Vana was a threat, a threat to Vail, and Lillie would die before something happened to Vail.

She knew now, with this sudden burst of adrenaline and the clarity that came with it, that Motif was there; she also knew without a doubt that Motif blamed her, and had no care; she knew that Motif's only worry was Vail. Pain flared up inside of her, but this time, it was an emotional pain - and one that she quickly used to fuel her rage. She stood there, paws spread, lips peeled, ears flattened: she would not hesitate, like Vana did not hesitate, in attacking should Vana even lean forward.