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Between my arms was the figure of Lilith, whom I've never seen like that before. I could feel her fingers gripping my shirt firmly while the soft noise of crying was reaching my ear. I was caressing her hair with my other hand.

"I'm just glad… for a moment, I thought I lost you." She said in her weak voice as she looked at me with half-open eyes. Reaching for my face, her hands held them gently as she added, "Please don't do something… like… that."

What was this?

She was worried about me?

From her trembling voice and firm grip on my shirt, I could tell that she was indeed worried and wasn't acting to be concerned. But I could never imagine Lilith shedding tears for someone else.

That seemed quite out of the ordinary, since she wasn't the type of person to worry about others. But since it was me, whom she considered as quite a useful tool, it was natural for her to be desperately worried for me.