There's a snarl as she turns, confused. It takes a moment for her to figure out where the voice is coming from. That blasted mirror. She crawls over, snatching it off the floor. Lydia will finally get a look of what she'd been covering: Sickly yellow eyes and fangs. Her eyes are wild as she sneers at the mirror, mocking the child.
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Date: 2019-09-14 03:45 pm (UTC)"Are you hurt? No I'm not hurt."