Nodding softly, Lyra moved towards the extravagant chair and had herself a seat.  Sitting on the edge as the plush and expensive piece of furniture was not her style, she desperately tried to keep her nerves in tact.  A part of her felt strange to be in Dawn's suite while she is with the Slaugh King.  Also, conversing with her personal knight when he should be occupied with more important activities.  However, the stinging of her mark refused to die and she would like it to disappear.<br/><br/>"I am.....Lyra.  I am....Dawn's personal handmaiden..."<br/><br/>She had to be honest with him.  She also remembered meeting him earlier for just a moment, so she couldn't really hide herself from him.  Folding her hands on top of her chattering knees, she desperately tried to calm herself.  With her bottom lip quivering, she closed her eyes so tightly that nothing could escape from their lids.  Holding her breath, she quickly waited for the moment to end as she suddenly felt his hand touch her normally pale skin.  Preparing for a jolt of shock or pain, Lyra was certain that she would break right there in front of him.