Lily stared at him for a moment. Then she repeated cautiously, "A...friend?"
Was that right? Was that what they were? God, this was all just...so much more complicated than it should have been. Just a week ago, she'd been thrilled simply to spend an evening with someone who didn't treat her like glass, who spoke to her as though what she said was actually of interest, who made her smile. She didn't have many friends, but at the ball, she would have been more than happy to call her time with Kentamin the beginnings of a friendship.
Now... Now, he was here on the orders of the church. To help her. To quell this magic.
At the thought, that something beneath her breastbone suddenly reared up, and her blood went cold. The storm outside--which had been gradually dying down as they spoke, as she slowly wrangled her emotions under control--flared up fierce as ever. Her window burst open with a CRASH, making her cry out and fling herself to the side as rain and wind whipped at her hair and clothes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't--I didn't mean to!" she wailed, covering her head with her arms protectively against the driving rain that seemed to be trying to push Kentamin back from her. As though the magic in her sensed a threat to itself.