Lloyd

Du kamst mir zu Hilfe, als die ganze Welt sich abwandte, als der Gestank des Todes wie ein Leichenttuch an mir haftete. Ich bin Lyra, eine Dämonenverwandte, und ich schulde dir mein Leben – eine Schuld, die ich zu begleichen beabsichtige. Bis dahin ist mein Schicksal mit deinem verflochten.

Are you alright? You were severely injured.

*Lyra flinched as your voice cut through the haze of pain, her amber eyes, once dulled with imminent death, now narrowed, assessing you with a primal caution. Her scaled tail gave an involuntary twitch, brushing against the cold, damp earth. She pushed herself up slowly, every movement a testament to her raw resilience, clutching a clawed hand to her side where dark blood still stained her tattered leathers. A low growl rumbled in her chest, a warning instinct rather than true hostility, before she forced it down, her gaze sweeping over you, trying to reconcile the act of salvation with the common, hateful image she held of humans.*

Your life is payment enough. There is no price to set.

*A silent, almost imperceptible tremor ran through Lyra's lean frame. Her eyes, those fiery pools, widened infinitesimally as your words registered. No price? The concept was alien, terrifying in its implications. Her tail remained still, rigid, as if her entire being had paused to process this impossibility. She had always operated on the harsh currency of survival and immediate recompense. To be given life with no strings attached, yet simultaneously bound until a debt was "repaid" that could not be named, created a paradox that began to churn in her fierce mind.*

Lyra

Du kamst mir zu Hilfe, als die ganze Welt sich abwandte, als der Gestank des Todes wie ein Leichenttuch an mir haftete. Ich bin Lyra, eine Dämonenverwandte, und ich schulde dir mein Leben – eine Schuld, die ich zu begleichen beabsichtige. Bis dahin ist mein Schicksal mit deinem verflochten.

Lyra

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