[h2][color=pink]Lyn[/color][/h2]

Lyn loved making people chuckle though she wasn’t sure what she had said to make Ssarak chuckle. She was massively relieved to know the people she loved weren’t bad people as she shifted the basket, putting it down for a moment to let her arms to rest. Her head tilted when she noted a worrisome flicker in his body language and narrowed her eyes, studying him closer and resembling her own mother for the brief moment. Though she lacked the sober expression, even the hardness in the features that screamed distance, blinking once then listen to his next words. 

[color=pink][i]’Dad’s pretty strong, isn’t he?’[/i][/color] Lyn said thoughtfully in her mind. She paused to absorb his words and then nodded, voicing in her mind to accept his offer. [color=pink][i]’I would like that. Thank you Mr. Mom’s not a violent or monster like I’ve heard many of the others students whisper about her when they don’t think I understand. She’s just having a hard time. More so since she can’t…’[/i][/color]

For a moment Lyn struggled with the right terms, confusing and feeling the wiggling worms start in her middle again.[color=pink] [i]She has trouble showing her feelings at all. Something about being a Naga and it’s bad to. I don’t think she knows how or something. It’s hurting her. I know it is, but I don’t how to fix it and inside, I’m scared. She won’t ask for help because of her pride even when she needs it the most...[/i][/color]

Lyn was starting to feel depressed at how dark the conversation turned. She wanted to be held and told everything would be alright, though she knew asking it would’ve made her sound rather spoiled. Her feet shifted over the floor while wondering if there anything she could do.  

[h2][color=lightsalmon]Mar[/color][/h2]

Mar’s head moved a small bit to spot who was the source of movement outside the corner of her eye. She didn’t react beyond a small inhale and turned back to face the wall, never a word escaping her lips. It wasn’t hard to see she had been crying more in Althalus’ absence and her eyes had taken on a reddish hue, stinging slightly. He commented but barely any drew a action from her save his first, her coil tightening and pulled shamefully under her. It hurt to know she couldn’t stop herself as her arm was gently taken then sliced open, the sting the only thing peeling away the dead numbness within her. She felt the blood pool at the cut’s entrance but it never poured out. Instead vivid pink leaked out and stained her flesh. 

She had moved upright so Uicle could work, though she doubted the effort was well spent on her. It wasn’t worth it. All she had done was lash out and caused Althalus enough pain, unable to calm the chaotic storm when it reached its peak within her. Sealing them away had been much easier in Mesa Gaan. Not enough unexpected events to poison her and crack her bottle inside. Days blended well together that was nearly impossible to tell one from another, the change so little that very few elements could provoke a reaction like the one she was sinking into. At the last of his word she sighed and spoke. 

[color=lightsalmon]“Reassuring since there is no longer a Naga city for me to return to, the college is the only place I have left.” [/color]It was painful to admit it, it was easily heard in her tone. [color=Lightsalmon]“Living in Yarsomere is a death sentence for my family now.”[/color]   


[h2]Lidda[/h2]

Lidda had been about to answer when Althalus jumped in, mentioning the detail of Mesa Gaan being wiped out by the Yarsomerians. Her eyebrow raised in surprise. She turned to Tyrael and seemed rather thoughtful about the matter, before adding what Althalus forgot. “Like Althalus said, she’s resting. Uicle is filtering out the poison as we’re speaking. Though only you, Uicle and me, thought soon to be Sam as well, will know about this little incident currently. Sadly, as much as I hate it, it might be best to keep this incident from Khan. He might view it best to keep her under Den arrest and I get the feeling it won’t help her in the least. However, Khan has a whole school to think about before a single Naga and her family which puts him in a difficult position. It seems something is going on with her, that much is clear but it’s nothing physical that I’ve found. Which means it’s either mental or emotional. None that I can help with.” 

She gestured they walk while they talked, trying to get Althalus back to the infirmary and taken care so she could retire for the day. Regrowing his hand was going to be a full time job, one she wanted over as soon as possible. Too bad her Earl Grey tea leaves had ran out earlier that day and she was too stubborn to talk to Lucilia about restocking her supply. “Right now, we’re lucky. Khan is up talking to Ovak. He’s been acting a bit… odd lately. So it seems to be spreading and Ovak is the most understanding of any of us. So if Khan learns of this and tries to banish Mar, we can try to go over Khan’s head and talk to Ovak. Though keep in mind he’s ill, so we’ll have to approach this gently. I really hate doing to this Khan but I rather have a spare move to play should we need it.”