Ysaryn kept smiling at Lyta, who seemed to calm at the idea of food. The elf wondered if she had refused food, or had been refused it. A weaker daughter is a more compliant one. Its what they did in the underground system in which she'd been captive. So many of them had been weak. 

"What is?" She asked, pointing to the thing Lyta clung to. Her brown eyes went down, her arms shifting so she could peer at its little face. 
"M-my dad," Lyta whispered. "he m-made it for me."
Ysaryn only nodded. "Is important, then." She hoped. Again, sentimental items were lost on her. 
"What ... uh." Lyta began, looking nervously about the hall. 
"Yes?"
"N-nothing." Lyta withdrew again. Ysaryn grinned and straightened, just as the attendants arrived. 

"[i]She's skittish.[/i]" Ysaryn mentioned in elvish, before recalling there was no one here to understand her. She grunted, even as Elva approached and introduced herself. 
Sure enough, the idea of having to pick between the infirmary and her own room seemed to pin Lyta into the corner, so the dark haired girl looked infinitely relieved when Elva made the choice for her. "Okay." She said quietly, though she tensed again when the attendants moved forward to help her. 
"Aye. I will go find Kir-"
Lyta's sudden strong grip on her wrist stopped Ysaryn. The look of desperation in the girls eyes seemed achingly familiar. "-later." She finished a second later, smiling at Lyta. Her grip lessened, but the elf followed anyway. "And I return to village with you?" She asked, glancing backwards at Narda. "If sleep is still there, I cannot to leave you alone."

In the infirmary, Ysaryn sat beside Lyta's bed, close enough to give the girl some semblance of comfort as the healers circled her. They reached for her foot, and Lyta withdrew it, wide-eyed. In fact everytime the reached for her she shrank away, looking uneasy. "Lyta." Ysaryn cooed. "They are to help. Is safe."
"What if I hurt them?" Lyta asked, tucking her legs to her chest, her feet out of view.
"Only breathe." Ysaryn said. "They treat em-purris." That word sounded too foreign on her tongue. "They have been flung. Swore at. Treated far worse than cut on foot. Yes?" Ysaryn turned her gaze to the nearest apprentice, who nodded with a kind smile. "Only breathe." Ysaryn repeated, looking back to Lyta. 

Hesitantly, she extended her leg, offering her left foot, though her hands were drawn uneasily around her face. Even the hot chocolate offered by Elva didn't seem to relax her. Nor did the idea of speaking about herself. As Elva asked about her family, Lyta looked her way, seemingly at a loss for how to answer. "Uh." She stammered, thinking. "My da-er, father. It died with him." Lyta answered, glancing down at the strange stuff-less animal pinned between her stomach and knees. "I don't know ... about relati-ow!" Lyta gasped, drawing her foot back against herself. The instruments on the table shook, a tense silence fell over the group.
"Lyta?" Ysaryn said calmly, watching the girl. 
With her hands over her ears, Lyta breathed as instructed, her eyes closed. "I'm sorry." She insisted, curling herself into a ball. 
"You are safe. Remind you self of that." Ysaryn said, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the bed. "You know I was almost sold. Like you?"
Lyta turned her head to glance at her. "You were?" The instruments ceased their rattling.
"Yes." Ysaryn nodded. "I was captured. In a cell. Starved. Hurt by men." Lyta didn't notice that Ysaryn had gripped her ankle and extended her leg toward the healer again. "Days. Hurt. They cut into my belly, tried to place a curse in my skin. Only I am saved." 
"By who?"
"By friend." Ysaryn grinned. "He loosened ties and let me escape. I ran until I find friends. Taken home and now, I will never be taken again." She reached out, settling her hand over Lyta's, her own dark skin eclipsing Lyta's. "You are saved. We are friends. You trust us, yes?"
Lyta's eyes scanned the faces in the room, then on her foot, which was still being tended to, and nearly finished. "Yes." She breathed, inhaling. "But what if i-"
"You will not hurt us." Ysaryn said. "You hurt when scared, this is true? Then tell them when you are scared. Nothing will happen. Not until you are not scared."

Lyta was, at least, quiet for the duration of her check up, the healers explaining each task before and during the action so Lyta was prepared. Ysaryn, confident she was collected, left the bedside to stand near Narda and Daryll, eyeing the male. At least he wasn't ogling her anymore. "I can leave to see Kirai, and then swing by town. At least inform you if sleep still present. Where am I taking you?" She asked to Daryll suddenly, firmly hinting that she would not be leaving him here.