Nyri silently drifted in the black world of unconsciousness. A soft smile covered her face at the silence and the gentle dark. No one was yelling at her, touching her, or hurting her. It was something eerily dissimilar to her regular world; still, she could grow used to it in a single heartbeat. The young teen didn't stir when he came over to examine her. The girl shivered softly, her eyes flickering with sudden awareness and fear; someone was messing with her shirt collar. The girl struggled against the black in terror, unable to break from the mental terror.<br/><br/>Zelus moved a second later and Nyri heard the sound of a sharp, angered punch. She winced, then began to whimper as he wrapped up her wound. The girl shuddered, then relaxed. A few seconds later, she was contentedly curled up into his cloak, smiling softly. The girl remained fast asleep the rest of the trip, not even stirring as they began to unload passengers. The troopers filed out past her, leaving her fast asleep on the chair, snoring softly.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, a nurse walked over. Seeing the child there, she gave a quiet smile then helped lift Nyri onto a stretcher, preparing to take her onto the ship for treatment.