[h3][center]Location: Lyra's Room[/center][/h3]

When the dark-haired girl began crying and shouting words she didn't understand, Stasya felt helpless and confused. All she had wanted was to see if she was okay, and now it seemed she was just making things worse. She didn't know why the girl was shouting at her, or what she could say to reassure her. It would probably be best if she just left the girl alone. 

"Ах, ну, пожалуйста, не плачь! Я не собираюсь причинять тебе боль, я обещаю.  (Ah, uh, please, don't cry! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.)" Stasya gently closed the door behind her and dropped to her knees, holding her hands in front of her. "Я просто хотел, чтобы убедиться, что ты в порядке. (I just wanted to see if you were okay.)" She crossed her arms over her chest, doing her best to appear small. "Не больно, не плачь. (No hurt, no cry)"

Over and over again, she repeated those four words. "Не больно, не плачь. (No hurt, no cry.)" She couldn't leave this girl, not while she was crying. This girl... she looked like Natali when it stormed at night, and she would cling to her older sister, shivering and wailing with every crack of thunder. Stasya would just hold her, murmuring those words until she finally fell asleep. What kind of sister would she be if she let this girl continue crying?

Slowly, her scales faded into skin, until only her torso and the upper parts of her arms and legs were covered. 

[@Airalin]