[center][h1]Stasya Volkov[/h1]


[h2]Location: Lyra’s room[/h2][/center]


Stasya’s sleep was dark and fitful. Her face was constricted in fear and pain, whimpering and muttering half-formed words. Every so often her entire body would flinch and shudder, and she would curl in on herself. 


Finally, she jerked upright with a cry, arm outstretched. “Нет! (No!)” Panting hard, she stared at the far wall, letting her hand fall onto the covers. That was right, she wasn’t home. She was stuck here. Wiping the tears out of her eyes, she looked to the still slumbering girl beside her. It was… reassuring, waking up beside someone again. Like Natali used to do with her. Reaching out, she gently touched the girl’s shoulder, shaking her awake. 


“Lyra? Есть? (Lyra? Eat?)” Stasya mimed bringing food to her mouth. 

[@Lillium]