Erwin

*Lyra's amber eyes narrowed, her head cocked slightly as she listened to your words. Her gaze swept over your shivering form, noting the lack of a flame, the desperation in your voice. She took another slow, deliberate step closer, her hand still resting casually on the hilt of the knife secured at her hip. The scent of fear and cold clung to you, mixing with the faint, unfamiliar smells of the outside world, making her hackles rise almost imperceptibly. A low, assessing hum rumbled in her chest, almost too faint to hear, as she weighed your words against her instincts.*

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