As he spoke about the empress, Lyta looked back to Daryll, suddenly wondering if he could read her mind. Or, as her mother often said, her face was that see-through. Her arm tightened around the thing she held, and when it shifted, Ysaryn caught a glance of an embroidered eye, and realized what it was. A stuffed animal. Possibly elk, with the small antlers it bore, its body little more than a scrap of blanket. It looked old, but well cared for. In a room where her uncontrolled magic had destroyed everything, somehow, this trinket was spared. 

"Hm?" Ysaryn turned her head when Narda looked out the window. She stiffened when she saw that everyone had lay down, relieved when she sawa they still breathed. 
When Daryll glanced at her thoughtfully, Lyta retreated, her brow knitting. "I'm sorry!" She whined, and a few ceramic pieces on the floor rolled over. 
Hearing the sound, Ysaryn turned her head, looking the girl over again. "Lyta, deep air in lungs." She instructed, inhaling to coach. Lyta took a deep breath, hugging her doll. "We do not think you do on purpose. If at all." She passed a smile as Narda left, and the elf followed just to stand in the doorway, wall aware of the awed looked Daryll kept giving the girl. She would feel uneasy, after hearing your parents tried to sell her to some horrible house of pleasure, so she decided not to leave Lyta alone with the male. 

"I take all?" Ysaryn asked, tilting her head. "You both seem awake inside here. Can it not reach? Or is Lyta protecting you?" She glanced at the perplexed Lyta again, and winked. Still, taking only Lyta and Daryll to whereever they wanted, then to leave the girl alone with Daryll, who still ogled, didn't sound wise. "Where we go? To Kirai? Tower?" She wondered, approaching Lyta again. 
"My magic?" She said, standing before the girl. "I can take people with. You. Like fast travel." The elf grinned, noting the way Lyta's eyes flit to her teeth. "Is cold, an a little ... uh, what is word. Head spin?" Ysaryn drew her fingers in small circles. "But is safe. Just breathe, yes?"

After a bit of deliberation with Narda and Daryll, Ysaryn offered Lyta her hand, insisting that Daryll hold Narda's and not Lyta's. After a bit more coaching to the visibly uneasy girl, they were gone.
Seconds later, they reappeared in Elva's entryway. 
Lyta wobbled, and Ysaryn released Narda to help her, muttering to her in elvish to calm her down while the other two went to fetch the mistress of the manor. 
"We are here to see Elva." Ysaryn explained. "Elva is healer. Medicine. She will look at you foot, and make sure you are not hurt. And feed you, too. Food here is very good."

Lyta only nodded, pale and speechless, her eyes wide as she took in the new surroundings. (Completely new. Had they not been standing in her bedroom?) She held the thing in her arms closely, finding some level of comfort in it. Being the unsentimental type, Ysaryn didn't understand, but so long as it kept Lyta from flinging dishware, she could do as she pleased for now.