Lyra's eye nearly twitched and she tensed up when he poured the liquid on her. This was how humans felt. she didn't like it. When he slid the needle into her arms she tensed even more and bit her lip. It hurt worse than the whiskey.<br/><br/>sHe watched as he sewed her arm together, actually doing a decent job. He probably did it so much that he could become a doctor.<br/><br/>She smiled at him when he looked up at her, making sure she was okay. "Thank you." she said quietly. Her eyes showed that she was thankful. Thankful and admiring. He could probably see that but at this point, she didn't care. He was helping her and that's all that mattered.<br/><br/>The thought of telling him crossed her mind. She wasn't bad, he could tell that, but she didn't want to chance it yet. She pushed that thought aside for later when she got closer to him, or maybe she wouldn't see him anymore at all. The demon would kill her or they would go their seprate ways. She sighed internally, not wanting to leave him.<br/><br/>"I'll have to get you some real stitching string and a real needle." she smirked at him, joking about the needle and fising line he was using on her. It would obviously work, but it wasn't the best thing to use.