Louisa really didn't have much care about the little girl in front of her. Little girl was indeed how she saw Lily, compared to the fact that in her age she had lived passed twenty, she was in her twenties, so she was more mature than Lily. Though being matured didn't help her gain much experience in her daily life, such as interacting with others. Her life had been based on whether chemical components had good effects or whether the properties had a side effect.
As for engaging with friendly conversations, she was totally ignorant about it. However, the memories that kept surging in her caused her chest to tighten a little when she looked at the pitiful girl in front of her. Without thinking further she looked up at Lily with an apathetic, yet curious expression.
"What happened to your
