[@shylarah]"Not here any more? So then Nunque.." Lya slapped her hands to her mouth, "I'm so sorry.." she said "I just thought-" she was too late, Amuné was already out the door. She was more worried about what Jareth would think of her. She looked at him apologizing with her features. 

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Tsitua was sitting in the meditation room. It was silent as he sat cross-legged, surrounded by candles and incense that all had demon and angel blood infused in them. He barely reacted at all when Amuné showed up. 

"You mean to tell me that an mentally unstable demon-spawned Seer with thousands of years of mental training and honing invaded the mind of a teenage girl without our consent?" He said all-too-obviously. He gave her the look a parent gives to a toddler throwing a fit. He retracted the look and went back to his meditation, "Nunque is like a child, Amuné. He's prodding you to see what he can get into. It's likely he already looked into Jareth's mind and found nothing of value. Your mind, however, is much more fun for him. The more you defend yourself, the more invasive and aggressive he becomes." He gave her a serious look, "How do you think Eric went blind?" He asked. 

He let a silent moment fall, then scooted over on his mat. "Sit, meditate with me. I will open my mind to you, so that I can teach you how to effectively evade mental attacks. Before you sit, however, would you pour me a few fingers from that bottle?" He pointed to a whiskey bottle on the only piece of furniture in the room, a folding table. Next to it was a glass made of cut sapphire. The liquid within the bottle was the color of blood, but held a malty clove aroma. 

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Lya received an update from Tsitua after a moment. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jareth, then down at the floor. "You must think I'm a real jerk after that..." she said heavy heartedly. "I uh... I just saw our guy acting weird... and I got defensive.. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." She bit her lip lightly and fiddled with her fingers. Her embarrassment was plenty. She figured there was no way he'd even want to look at her after that. The thought brought tears to well up. What was wrong with her? Could she not just be cool and calm? Why did everything have to be so awkward when she tried to be close to someone? 

"I'll, um... leave you alone now." She wasn't even sure why exactly she was so upset, but she had to hold her hand over her face as she turned and walked out to keep from bursting into tears. It was probably over-dramatic of her to walk out like that too, but she had begun believing she would never be attracted to anyone again before he had arrived on that train.