[This is why Lila should never try to help anyone. It always goes sideways because she's just very bad at it. She has no concept of calming others in her human body, let alone this one that's basically fur with knives attached. What she is trying to do is get the mask off, in the vain hope that it'll work better on this woman's face than her own, but—]
[There's wetness on the woman's fingers. Blood; Lila can smell it even before she sees it.]
[Instead of dropping to the ground, which would be sensible but which would also in her mind concede that she's made a mistake, she takes a seat on Kel's now-bloodied shoulder, holding on a little less tightly. There's absolutely no way it's comfortable, though. Her tail twitches rapidly where it hangs over the back of Kel's shoulder as she tries to figure out how to solve this problem.]
[After a long moment, she lands on . . . tentatively papping the edge of the mask instead of swatting it. Her claws are in. Is this better? Did she fix it? Pap.]
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[There's wetness on the woman's fingers. Blood; Lila can smell it even before she sees it.]
[Instead of dropping to the ground, which would be sensible but which would also in her mind concede that she's made a mistake, she takes a seat on Kel's now-bloodied shoulder, holding on a little less tightly. There's absolutely no way it's comfortable, though. Her tail twitches rapidly where it hangs over the back of Kel's shoulder as she tries to figure out how to solve this problem.]
[After a long moment, she lands on . . . tentatively papping the edge of the mask instead of swatting it. Her claws are in. Is this better? Did she fix it? Pap.]