Lilith, now dressed in clothes that Chloe had helped her with (a process that had involved much swearing, one near-breakdown over the complexity of buttons, and a brief existential crisis about the existence of zippers), Lilith should be thankful that in this case she's not a guy if she is having trouble with the concept on putting on clothing imagine the tragedy of zipping up pants
"How do we shield?"
"You think about the least romantic things possible."
Give them all a picture of me in a thong problem solved