Inyrra's expression changed when the insidious whispers started in her head. It was the look of confusion and hurt. The words were lies, in her heart she wanted it to be true but she could not quite make herself believe. Her normally extremely steady hands shook a little and her silver eyes flicked to Gajol.  The barbarian said she forgave her. If she went back on that then she was a liar too. The hypocrisy was something she had dealt with from humans before. She would keep a close eye on that one.<br/><br/>Aya expression twisted to one of pain. Aya was her friend. Aya was someone she wanted to be more than friends. She assumed the other girl liked her. There had been so much evidence to support that but it had all been under the powers of her hat. Now that her true form had been revealed things may have changed. Aya had stood up for her and made Gajol understand her plight. Then again, they had been together and Inyrra was a newcomer. Maybe it was all a ruse. She looked away from the beautiful elf, saddened. She wanted the voice to be wrong and tried to shake it off.<br/><br/>When her eyes settled on Allura, the need she kept to tightly controlled surged against its confinement. She was so beautiful, so pure. It would be easy to convince her to do so many things. It would be fun, such naughty fun to show the girl a world of pleasure. Inyrra's tail lashed back and forth excitedly. At least in that case, this mission would not be a total loss and Inyrra would not be alone again. Once the voices faded, Inyrra just looked to each of her companion in turn, Gajol she looked at with suspicion, Aya sadness and Allura with lust. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling suddenly dry. Best to not let them know that she was on to them. She would bide her time and see how things played out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>