"Little sister, I'm Elinor McSuile. What's your name?" Elinor asked, snapping out of her initial shock as she adjusted her grip on Bartha's lifeless body. Since the girl had sweetly called her "sister," it only felt right to return the gesture—though it wasn't as if she had any illusions about her actual age.
The little girl straightened up proudly, as if she'd rehearsed this moment a hundred times, answering Elinor, "My name is Lilith Evelyn Willith."
"Lilith, where's your dad?" Elinor asked Lilith, ignoring the man standing beside her corpse throne, believing that no father in his right mind would turn his daughter into a curse salve, let alone bring her to a battlefield and allow her to participate in such gore. But once again, Elinor had underestimated the cruelty of the world. Lilith simply pointed to the man beside her and said, "This is my dad, Lance T. Willith."