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“Nothing you need to know about,” Lillian snaps. Panic surges in her chest, and god, she can’t let her friend know. No one can know what happens to her. “I’m fine.”
She turns away, trying to breathe, trying to calm herself so that Alura won’t notice how her heart is thundering in her chest. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
Alura starts at the sudden edge to Lillian’s voice, the muscles in her shoulders tightening defensively. She frowns, and says slowly, ‘Lena asked me to check on you. You were going to have lunch together, remember?’
Her friendship with the two Luthor women has allowed her to attempt to mediate their reconciliation, something she knows Lillian desperately wants, and that Lena craves too, but in a quiet, tired sort of way, like she expects it to go badly. Alura tends to fluctuate between feeling intensely protective of both of them in different ways, aware that there’s a very good reason why Lena began to see her as a mother figure not long after they met, and that Lillian’s reasons for staying away from her daughter, however misguided, were well intentioned.
It’s been going well, tentative and hesitant, but well, so this is a sudden, unexpected change.
