Even wrapped up in his arms and held under his warm embrace her nerves were difficult to qualm, her body all but convulsing with shivers by her fright of whatever she just got a glimpse of.  A thousand lives torn asunder.  A hundred clans ripped apart.  The eye of destruction that sought a new owner, the hand of the end wishing a new grasp on life.  She couldn't make heads or tails of it and ultimately she was lost.  Lost behind her tears and lost in his arms with all desire to disappear from such a place.<br/><br/>In the end she couldn't though.  In the end she had to stay with Cyrus.  She felt all desire to stay by his side no matter what and even with this fear she knew she had to be right there.  Looking up at him she'd give a weak smile, still obviously scared yet trying to put on a brave face with his fingers lacing through her hair.  Ultimately she at least became calm and remained on the ground, watching as he got dressed.  Intently watching almost as if about to pounce again even while distraught yet in the end she didn't.  And as he finished dressing she'd notice his gestures and follow silently to find out what it was he wanted.<br/><br/>Down the halls and to a familiar room she watched as he entered the study, however she'd again wait at the door and watch from afar as they 'discussed' things.  The yelling and the concerns being raised caused Wiflor to cower a bit around the walls and barely peek around the corner after them.  But it wasn't the yelling and it wasn't the two of them worrying about whatever they fought about.  It was the fact that she feared the idea of that hand and eye still being somewhere nearby Atticus.  She was afraid to see them again...