Emilia's right to recoil, anyone in their right mind ought to - it's clear Lily hasn't slept for days. Harried, her hands are red, inflamed from the gashes that cross her palms but still reaching for Emilia, eager to escort her to the shed she's claimed as her own. Certainly, knowing where someone she's as devoted to as she is Emilia, and that their safe stands a good chance of being enough to finally quiet the pull of the curse hollowing her out from within.

"Anything could happen. You've seen what's already happened, you've come into this world right as danger was finding us again. You'll be safe where I put you and nothing will happen. You can see Xingchen and Eleven."

Unless they'd already left. A small matter. She would find them again and put them back.