[ Once she is full secure, Lyria will latch herself onto his clothing, gripping hold of the edges of fabric until her knuckles turn white. She was still shaking, steadily, but the more she embraced the warmth of the person holding her so gently in his arms... she'll eventually calm down.
With face presses against his chest, she doesn't dare make a sound, much less breathe.
The footsteps were quiet, and talk at the end of the hallway was becoming far more apparent. It seemed to be from the low whispers that Lyria was correct- they were in the process of changing guards.
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With face presses against his chest, she doesn't dare make a sound, much less breathe.
The footsteps were quiet, and talk at the end of the hallway was becoming far more apparent. It seemed to be from the low whispers that Lyria was correct- they were in the process of changing guards.
Just a few more minutes... ]