[i]A Wyvern.[/i] Lyta stared, then looked away, trying not to be rude. Even when Elva came to sit closer to her, Lyta only glanced her way for a few seconds. And then she revealed that the man who had given Lyta funny looks was also a Wyvern. [i]And he'd offered his kerchief![/i] Lyta realized, feeling guilty for having ignored him. The idea of smacking him upside the head was far from Lyta's mind, and then even further when the soup was brought in and the aroma of it embraced Lyta. 

This time, her stomach really did growl audibly. Embarrassed, Lyta tucked her arms around her middle, eyeing the food longingly. Elva continued to speak, and Lyta didn't dare reach for the tantalizing meal, listening to the kind words she spoke. However, the moment she invited Lyta to help herself, Lyta went to eat, slowly putting a spoonful to her mouth, than another, until, once she realized it wouldn't be taken away, she hurried through it, clearing half the bowl before she looked up.
"[i]Are you going to make it go away?[/i]" Lyta asked, her stomach so warm and full of the thick soup that she felt the heaviness of it creep through her limbs. "[i]The magic?[/i]" Not [i]her[/i] magic. She'd never asked for this. 

"[i]I hurt my mom.[/i]" Lyta admitted, explaining why she didn't want it. Not that she felt that was necessary. Who wouldn't want this curse gone? Her eyes welled with fresh tears, now that she had the energy to produce them. "[i]I didn't mean to. And I don't want to hurt anyone else![/i]"

Elva's kind reassurances, even if a little on the firm and wise side, soothed Lyta only a little. Lyta tried to stifle her tears, but as she drank the cocoa at last, and ate a little more of the soup, her exhaustion hammered her down to a blathering mess until she curled on her side and fell fast asleep, her raggedy stuffie cradled against her chest.

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Ysaryn's eyes roamed the camp, noticing the new numbers, as well as the strange, vacant look in their faces. As Kire approached, Ysaryn froze, hearing that Envy had gone missing. Her fuchsia eyes zeroed in on Kire, studying her troubled expression as the empress explained. That Envy had just [i]vanished[/i] inside the forest. No trace. Ysaryn raised her head and sniffed, trying to catch any scent of the Kartaian in the air. 
Nothing. 
She ignored the portion about Gavin's vision, shifting again when she heard that Ruli was insisting on remaining in the forest, to wait. Or mourn. 

"Ransom?" Ysaryn repeated the word, looking between Kire and Narda. Her mind sounds into action, trying to sort out Kire's question. [i]Why Envy[/i]? Why not Ruli, whom she'd already appeared to? Had she always wanted Envy? And what if Envy didn't come back?

For minutes, as Daryll explained their own slight victory in finding the young woman, Ysaryn was still, silent, thinking. 
"No one returns to Úvano." She said at last. "Ruli to stay. You." She gestured to Kire. "You go through, not say anything, yes?" Ysaryn said, looking thoughtful. "No one to know until," she glanced toward the forest, to where Ruli waited. "just, not yet."