Lyra was immensely grateful, and when Theo answered her with a probable solution to her predicament, the flames of hope burned a little brighter within her weary soul, "I cannot thank you enough. Once I get home, I'll make sure you're handsomely rewarded. And if you ever need a place to go if things go sour here,  the Bremmington gates will always be open." It was a sincere offer, she was the sister doted on by admiral brothers and affluent parents, if Theo pulled this off there was no question that he would be handsomely rewarded for his bravery,<br/><br/>She nodded when they finally parted ways and followed his words, meeting him in the hallway shortly after so they could lace Engel's meal with the Vannesroot. Their meeting was discrete, but he passed her what she needed without fail and she wasted no time garnishing the lavish meat with the poison root.<br/><br/>Engel seemed to be none the wiser when she returned. Her skin crawled at the mere sigh of him but she hid her disgust well beneath her mask of fear. It helped that her fear for him was real and still fresh in her mind, "Your breakfast is ready." She said as she sat it on top of his nightstand. Lyra didn't want to sit beside him, but decided that playing it cool and biding her time (now that she had both a plan and an ally) would be in their best interests. So she sat, fearfully beside him as her stomach turned and as goosebumps dotted her skin. This was where he'd taken her last night. Images of bloody satin sheets made her sick, "I don't think I've heard about it," she lied. "But, it would be nice to go outside." It was a lovely day and she'd be able to study a variety of escape routes.