Lirrah only cried harder as the emotionally unavailable Hundi answered her distress in a dismissive deadpan. Her tears and snot seemed to magically evaporate before they even reached Gisela's robe, as if the woman's garments were a symbol of her inability to be phased by the little Nem's plight.

Ila-Nem, she was the [i]worst[/i] at emotions.

Lirrah shook when she heard a voice address her from outside of her magical cocoon, and turned quickly to regard Cadmon with a pathetic teary-eyed, snotty-nosed, hiccupping countenance that she would show to [i]no person[/i] by choice, but there it was. Even the lethargic noble that felt fit to [i]use her as bait[/i] was concerned for her well-being, if he wasn't being sardonic. Could she get any lower?

[color=f49ac2]"I... I..."[/color] Lirrah managed to choke out before she heard a loud [b]CRACK[/b] from the other room. Then, the sounds of battle died out, leaving only an eerie silence. A good deal of the terror animating her body with the nervous rigidity of a scarecrow left in an instant, and her limbs turned to gelatin as she collapsed in a mess on the cold floor.

[color=f49ac2]"Some fresh air... would be nice..."[/color] she croaked.