[h3]GM Post. This is so that Thunder wouldn't be stuck in post lock.[/h3]

[h3]Lyra's room[/h3]

The girl awoke from her troubled sleep with a gasp, her frail body shuddering in surprise at having been woken up. Momentary panic blanketed her mind, thoughts screaming 'stranger' before the memories came flooding back. And with it came the realization of her current situation. Hopelessness seemed to weigh her slender frame down and threatened to drag her underneath a sea of despair. But she clung on to whatever hope she had left. She had Stasya now, her new friend. Perhaps her only friend in this place. 

Putting on a weak smile, she shook her head from side to side in answer the foreign girl's question, sending loose strands of her hair flying. She didn't feel hungry at all just then and wanted to rest a bit more. She didn't want Stasya to wait on her behalf. 

"Stasya go. Eat." 

Lyra made a walking motion with her fingers, pointing away from herself. She then proceeded to mime the action of eating something, keeping eye contact with her friend. Hopefully, Stasya got the message. Almost as an afterthought, she placed a hand on her chest and said her name. 

"Lyra," pale fingers reached up to the corners of her mouth and pulled them up in a smile. She hoped it conveyed that she was happy. 

[@Thundercrash]