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Lyra wept all the harder as Stasya wrapped an arm around her like the mother who had abandoned her once had. She whispered comforting words, none of which Lyra understood but her own name. She shivered when she heard that name. The one her parents had given her. It was a reminder of where she came from... of who had betrayed her. She had trusted them, and they had used her. She wouldn't repeat that mistake. Not with them and not with the girl who was at the moment the only thing between her and complete despair. No one could be trusted.

"I want to leave. [i]Now[/i]," she said between sobs. Of course, she knew that her companion couldn't grant that wish. She, like Lyra, was only a child. She weakly tugged at the restraints connecting her to her bed. Of course, they gave no avail. Not to her. She was too weak. But Stasya might not be.

"Those claws," she said, forming imaginary ones with her own fingers to illustrate the point. "I don't know what fabric the cuffs are made of, but I bet you could cut them up. Break them and escape with me. If you can get me somewhere dark I won't be a burden... we can travel at night and sleep during the day. Please. If you don't, I..."

She flexed her fingers helplessly. She'd never been very good at tying a knot. It would be difficult to hang herself with her bed sheets - and if she failed, her arms would probably get locked up, too. But what other choice did she have? She had to get out, one way or another. She was no longer living the coddled life she had been only a day ago. Sometimes, it would be necessary to take risks...