"Thank you sir... I'll see if I can..." Lyra was still for a few seconds more. "It may not look like it, but I am actually trying pretty hard." When she finally was able to move herself, she took down her lute, and used it as a cane, to stand herself upright. On her forehead was a nasty read mark from her fall just now. "Ah... I guess I moved a pit too fat just now..." She hobbled over to a place to sit, and set herself down. "I'm sorry. I've been walking for a while, so I guess once I stopped, my legs just kinda gave up. If you have some food, or something to rid me of this massive headache, I'd be very grateful."

She looked over at the Inn Keeper. He seemed to be pretty young. He must not be used to customers like her walking in, though she remembers there being one every so often. However, no matter how miserable they were at the moment, they were always the ones who seemed to enjoy traveling the most and had some of the best stories. She was rather pleased with herself. Perhaps she would have a story like that herself now. She lied her head down on the table. "You have any extra rooms? I doubt I have enough money if not barely for the food, and if that's the case, I definitely don't have enough for a room. But this wouldn't be the first time. I'd gladly stay here for a while to pay it off if you need something done... Just not within the next thirty-six hours please... I don't think I'd be able to handle it."