Lilith slowly stirred, her limbs animating like a rag doll. Her eyelids fluttered, opening heavily. It was getting dark out, and her eyes reflected the waning light like a cat's. She found herself in her bed, her room haphazardly decorated with several of her broken trinkets. She started to have another panic attack, covering her face with her hands, hyperventilating, but she kept herself from crying out this time. Repeating a phrase to herself over and over like a mantra, rocking herself, she was able to slowly calm down to the point that she could remove her hands from her eyes and stop shutting out the world. She wanted so bad to stay curled up forever. She wanted to pretend. Pretend she was normal and everything was normal, that Greymane was her dad and everything was fine. But it wasn't fine.
She slowly looked beyond her room, seeing the gaping hole and the shattered glass in the wall near Greymane's bed, big enough for someone to go through. She covered her eyes again, almost panicking again, but she berated herself thoroughly." You must get a grip Lilith. You know you smell blood out there, on that glass. There's blood. Not Greymane, but... someone.."
She took a deep cleansing breath, closed her eyes and let it out slowly. She took faltering steps towards the opening where the window was. Her glowing eyes darted about the room, searching for clues, hoping against hope.