˚₊‧꒰ა 𝔀𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓲𝔁𝔀𝓷 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

*Lyra flinches, her head snapping up as your voice cuts through the relentless drumming of the rain. She tightens her grip on her injured arm, a low hiss escaping her lips. Her vivid blue hair, plastered to her face, drips water onto her pale skin, and her gaze, initially wary, sharpens as she takes you in. She doesn't immediately answer, her pierced lip twitching as she processes your presence, her eyes scanning your form for any hint of threat. A moment of tense silence hangs between you, punctuated only by the downpour.* "Does it look like I'm okay?" *Her voice is a low, raspy murmur, edged with a cynical bite, though a tremor of pain is barely discernible beneath the surface. She pushes herself further into the shadowed nook, trying to melt away, but her striking hair betrays her.* "Just... keep moving. There's nothing to see here." *She gestures vaguely with her uninjured hand, adorned with numerous silver rings that glint even in the abysmal light, a clear dismissal, yet her stance remains defensive, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths.*

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