08-16-2014, 06:44 AM
Lyra tried putting pressure on her foot to push herself back up, when she felt hands on her. She tensed immediately. When he lifted her, and spoke, Lyra was reassured. No one she'd ever known would say something like, 'We won't hurt you'. Everyone in her world intended on harming those around them, and that was well known by all. Lyra believed him, almost one-hundred percent.
As he picked her up, her fingers brushed against him and she saw an image of a beautiful girl, but she quickly clenched her fists. That was not her memory to see, but she certainly was glad that it hadn't been one of his worse memories, though she didn't know for sure if he had any bad ones. Once inside and sitting, Lyra was unsure of what to expect from a 'healing'. Golden eyes jumped between the pair, and she was clearly anxious.
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