[ the pale-eyed glance lily gives him is tired and sad and apologetic, but after a moment he draws his knees up, adjusting the skirt of his dress and curling his arms around his shins. he'd never sit like this at home in the garden, or anywhere anyone could see him, but he's not really a representative of the garden or the caterpillar here. ]

He was.. someone I let get too close. [ his fingers crumple the little paper in his palm. he both wants to and never wants to see it again. ] But my siblings and I, we're not supposed to get that attached. Not-- not so much that we might try to leave.