It's all really routine for Lily, go to the kitchens, make tea, grab a snack and pocket it, then head back to her room - until she notices she's being watched. She doesn't mind it really, and it feels different from the way that she feels like everyone from home looks at her, knowing she's meant to be dead.

Open curiosity is nice, in contrast.

It's fine, like this - equal parts distracting and out of the ordinary, and when Lily comes to a stop near where Claire is sitting she's smiling back like it's nothing at all or they've simply met for tea on a nice afternoon. She's clutching a mug between both hands, warm but not too hot, the steam curling tendrils at the tips of her hair.

"Hello," she replies, "I'm Lily." May as well get the introductions out of the way, right?