Nyla, your friendly neighborhood baker
Temple
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Conflicted, was how Nyla felt.

On one hand, she was glad Lady Kyouko was doing well. On the other hand, she was doing well [i]without her[/i]. The thought made her tentacles tense in apprehensive worry. Was she unneeded? No that was silly, lady Kyouko always told her how much she was needed and how good she was. Urgh, she was having trouble not just running back over and wrapping Lady Kyouko up in her tendrils and making her see just how useful and correct she was. The outside world was dangerous, there was no need for her out here. Lady Kyouko shouldn't be worried about this pathetic-

Through all of these thoughts, Nyla remained composed as she'd readjust her position slightly, folding her arms in front of her, sliding away from the Glacies and a bit behind Lord Oja.

No.

No. Nyla had a job to do here. She'd look after Lord Oja. That was what Lady Kyouko wanted.

[color=a187be]"Lord Oja."[/color] Nyla spoke up. [color=a187be]"As Lady Kyouko requested me to ensure your saftey...I will be tagging along."[/color] There was a definite subtle tone of 'whether you want me to or not' in Nylas voice.