Descent Into Madness=DONE

Miller probably shouldn’t have mentioned his cell because right about now he didn’t need more to think about. How many years has it been? Too many to count, that is if he ever kept track of it. His past was not a topic of conversation he particularly enjoyed, but this situation called upon it more than ever. It’s not like he wants other people to feel bad for him either, he’d much prefer if that sort of stuff was left unmentioned and he could just forget about the whole thing. True it was a hard thing to do, but talking about it every so often was not exactly the step in the right direction. “Well the early years I never had a reference for numbers, so it could have been any number of years, possibly ten.”

Lilly attempted to explain to him about the importance of their past conversations about detailing the bald woman. Miller was a cautious person, but the things she spoke about still did not make him believe that minor details were important enough to highlight at the moment. Sure there was a time and a place for that stuff, but there was still a dead body at their feet, that time was not now. “Actions are still faster than words…” he quietly muttered under his breath. He was not meaning to offend her, he was more so just expressing his opinion on the matter.

Perhaps his action of yanking the woman’s body was a bit crude and he didn’t really realize that until Lilly became vocal about it. He felt dirty by his actions. He gently dropped the woman’s arm and stepped away from her corpse as per the short woman’s orders. He wasn’t sure why the woman thought that just because he was trying to move the girl that his blade would somehow harm her further. It wasn’t like he was unaware of the thing’s presence, he only had it all his life. Besides the sword was on the opposite side of his body when he was pulling her, it wasn’t going to miraculously switch sides and stab her again. Maybe she thought he was reckless with the blade, but by the he acted so far he had exactly proved otherwise. “Where do you intend on taking her?”

(OoC.; Sorry for this, but, when you put "He didn't mean to often her" I assume you meant "He didn't mean to offend her". )

Miller's past didn't really surprise her too much. He just seemed to have that sort of feeling on him which meant he wasn't from a great background, but still, being stuck in a cage for anything up to ten years was pretty extreme on the "bad upbringing" scale.
Lilly did rather favor just doing stuff, but she liked to know as much as could reasonably be expected first; or, as she'd said before; she could be fooled into doing something, unless it was clearly just a test.
"Words are mightier than the sword, and anyways, since when were we doing a philosophy lesson?"
Lilly didn't so much think that Miller would do something bad, as that he could do something bad, and that either way, the risk wasn't worth it.
She took a little step forwards, picking up the bald woman, and stumbled backwards under the large addition in weight. Lilly held her there like that, trying to distribute the weight evenly. Why do I get the sense I've been in a situation like this before? She straightened up slowly, and realized that, despite being strong for her size, she probably just wasn’t big enough for the task at hand, which was just plan annoying. It was bad enough to be as small as her; it didn’t need to be a disadvantage.
Lilly tried a few steps forward, and the additional size and mass of the woman in her long arms didn’t help her already questionable balance. Normally she was very light on her feet, and could counter-act it fairly easily if she started over-balancing, which happened a lot, but like this, she nearly toppled over in that first step. She hated admitting defeat, but it looked like she had to.
“I’ll take her wherever you help me to. Just be careful, and, you know, don’t slice her feet off.” She didn't normally patronize, but she felt a reasonable exception could be made given she’d just had to compromise herself, and her views. ”And I’m not putting her anywhere degrading. “

(OOC: Yes that is what I meant; sorry I’m usually better at picking up on my own spelling errors.)

Miller immediately complied with his orders and hobbled over to the bald woman’s legs. Ir was good to see that they were on the same page at last. Lilly’s constant refusal to do what Miller suggested began to bother him, but he did understand where she was coming from. If it was not for the fact that Miller was in the hot seat, he would have done the same as she would. The blood wasn’t on his hands, but it sure looked like it was and due to that he wasn’t able to make too many cohesive thoughts or ideas.

Once Miller loomed over the feet of his fallen foe, he made a sort of scooping motion with his right arm to pick up both the legs and carry them at the same time. He carefully placed his bladed arm under his regular one in order to support it. The woman did not have to worry about the blade cutting the bald one as the blade was more likely to cut him before it was to touch her. Even then he probably wasn’t going to end up cutting himself. Miller was more so supporting the weight lifting so all the heavy lifting was still given to her, although it would probably be a whole lot lighter than before.

“I found a strange door a while back at the furthermost part of the library, it is well hidden and it doesn’t look like many people use it anymore. I’m not sure what is behind it exactly, but I think it would be an ideal location to place her.” In fact the section in which the door was located looked like it goes untouched daily, so they’re safest bet was to store her within there. Miller just hoped that nothing more negative would arise from the disappearance of this woman and he wanted his hunch about this girl being a loner to be true. If that were the case then the two would be scot-free from punishment, right?

(OOC: Should we end it here and assume that they successfully hid Margaret’s body? That is useless you want to make one final post)

(OoC.; stopping here's fine. I'm just going to do a sort-of half-post, to finish)

The weight slackened off by a long way as Miller supported the bald woman's feet. Lilly readjusted the weight again to make the job easier.
Lilly nodded. That wasn't so bad or degrading, and it was somewhere fairly memorable. If worst came to worst she could just tell someone about the hiding place.
Judging from Miller's later actions, Lilly reckoned he normally wouldn't do anything particularly bad, so this would protect him, and she didn't like associating with strangers too much, so her chances of being suspected were not high, even if he got caught.
This certainly was the best out of a bad idea.
They carried the body down to the door.