Lilith stared at the hand for a moment. She wasn't one for handshakes, but it felt rude to just make Rein sit there hanging. Then she heard that dreadful word, "Laylite." With that she definitely wasn't shaking any hands. The people bugging her because of her odd declaration were bad enough, and now it was another Laylite. Lilith didn't like other Laylites, they seemed to care for nothing so long as they personally became stronger. Even Lilith's own mother had been willing to trample on her dignity when needed. She couldn't stand the way they treated others, and even worse was how they hypocritically criticized the Kallistle priestesses. Lilith agreed that Kalo's ruling body was corrupted and broken, but other Laylites were no better. She prayed every night to Layla for an explanation, she couldn't understand how one could want power purely for themselves. Was power not best used to help others? And then Fear, what to do with Fear. The original Laylite scrolls said that one should Fear many things, but nowhere had they stated that one should try to induce Fear in others. Fear was not a weapon, it was a shield, it existed to show one the limits of their power. Fear kept one out of danger. Fear taught one to respect those around them. The endless ambition of people like her mother was what had held Lilith back from declaring. She believed with all her heart that Power was a worthy goal in life, for one could not lift others up without first lifting themselves up. But the people around her had always taught her that Fear was worthless except as a weapon. Lilith couldn't respect them, and thus she did not Fear their rules. The other reason she had declared openly, was because she was not afraid of the consequences. She wasn't scared of punishment, and the only real punishment she could be given was Fear.
Lilith snapped out of her thoughts, realizing the hand was still there. She changed her mind, she would shake hands with this girl, if only to prove to herself she wasn't afraid. She extended her arm and gave a confident, yet delicate, shake.
"L-Layla, erm, Lilith." She stuttered, "N-nice to meet you, R-rein."
Well, that was a fail. She thought, cringing inwardly.