The hours passed by slowly as I intermittently attempted to overcome my aerial phobia. Whensoever I would endeavor a peek through an eyelid, I would inevitably tempt a furtive glance downward, the result of which was a sensation of vertigo so intense I could not help but crease them again tightly. Lilith, for her part, stayed mostly silent. Her warmth against my hands and back were all that allowed me to relax, if only minutely.
Surprisingly Lucifer was mute as well. Each attempt I made at contact was met with silence. I could still perceive his presence within me, so I assumed his silence was due to my unabated fear. I consoled myself that he likely wished for me to conquer it on my own.
