Disgust washed through her when Engel wrapped his arms around her. He had all the gentleness of a lover, but she'd been through enough to snow that there was only poison within his Geslack veins. He fluctuated between flamboyant sensuality and overpowering rage and how easily he flitted between both scared her because he was unpredictable and that made it difficult to understand where he planned to go with things or how he'd react to certain situations. Lyra was scared of him (and rightfully so) and she curled up into an even tighter ball to try and create some distance between their bear skin. She was quiet now, but tears continued streaming down her face long into the night, even long after Engel had fallen asleep. The Geslack was unmoving now, but she could still feel the aftermath of his brutal fucking.<br/><br/>She struggled to hold onto her consciousness, but worn out by the day's events, Lyra eventually fell asleep on the bloodstained sheets.<br/><br/>Morning came, and along with it, the throbbing pains that reminded her all to much of the violent evening before. Lyra remained as quiet and meek as she could, nodding when Engel asked her to bring him breakfast. The only sliver of hope she had, was the fact that he'd given her back her powers, but even after that all she needed to do was thinking about the brutal stabbing to lose all her confidence and willpower. If she botched up, she was well-aware she would suffer horribly for it. She would have to bide her time and be the meek girl he wanted until she got another opportunity like the bath. Then again, it wasn't entirely an act. The torment he'd put her through had shattered her resolve and she truly did wish to please just to avoid another round on the sheets.<br/><br/>"I'll get you breakfast," she answered swiftly, happy to create some distance between herself and her Geslack captor. She made sure to approach the pitcher before she left, she turned some of the water to ice with a wave of her hand before slipping into a decent, summery dress. She would have looked nice if it weren't for the hopelessness on her face. Once she was ready, Lyra left for the lavish Geslack kitchen.<br/><br/>As she entered the kitchen, she noticed a young man around her age tending to the dishes. He seemed to cast the ever cautious glance on her whenever he seemed to feel she wasn't looking. "Excuse me?" She said quietly. "Engel... is this where I pick up his breakfast?"