Narda watched as Ysaryn demonstrated her magic in front of Lyta, hoping that this would get the girl to see this was the best option for her. This was always the difficult part of rescuing people, as she had seen during her time with the [i]Wench[/i]. For those who had endured such difficult lives and circumstances, the promise of safety would sound too good to be true, the shackles in their mind harder to surmount than the physical ones. True enough, Lyta asked about going home, and Narda sighed. Myka would be good at this. Or Kire, to some extent. 

Daryll, too, furrowed his brow, not understanding how Lyta would rather she stayed here. Then he flinched when she cried out, the hand with the cloth wavering when she moved. “We wouldn’t. I promise,” he said, something in his heart breaking at the sight of her. Had it been him who woke up one day with a strange ability to move things around him, he would have been both fearful and ecstatic. But Lyta, she had never had anyone else try to help her, from the looks of it. Everyone around her, save her mother, seemed to just want to be rid of her. “You can go anywhere, and nobody will stop you—”
“Daryll,” Narda warned, not particularly keen on letting Daryll make rash promises. 
“—so long as you also promise you would let us help you,” Daryll finished. He set the handkerchief down in front of Lyta, then withdrew one step behind, watching her. “There are strange things happening in other places in Amria right now, and we are doing our best to get to the bottom of it. But you are not being taken prisoner. We are going to figure things out together.”

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Kire took the Ring, trying not to look too relieved at having it back on her finger. She looked sidelong at him, the despair so apparent in his face, in his voice that it made her own heart ache, too. She wished she could swear to him she would get Envy back, but it would be an empty promise until she could figure out her next step. She wasn’t sure if leaving Ruli here was the wisest thing to do, yet as much as she wanted to stay here by his side, her own people were waiting back at the camp. “I’m not abandoning him either. If she really wanted to harm him or kill him, she’d have already done it. Making him disappear like this, though—this is something else. The goddess wants something. I may not read minds, but this I’m sure about.” The vision of the golden sands and the falling star, the dragon and the goddess, flickered in her mind. “I need to go back, but I’ll come back here and check again.”