Trust, but Verify

Lyric stood frozen for a moment as Tiberius rushed into the room, his concern evident in his voice and demeanor. She hadn't expected him to find her here, hadn't anticipated this confrontation so soon after the chaotic events of the night. Her fingers nervously brushed the fabric of the oversized nightshirt she wore, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor.

When Tiberius shielded her from Mal's view and asked if they had hurt her, Lyric's gaze flickered between the two men. She felt a surge of conflicting emotions—relief that Tiberius had come looking for her, worry what still might be in store for them, and a lingering fear of the Eyes and their ominous presence in their home.

[/q]I'm alright, Tiberius,[/q] Lyric finally managed, her voice soft but steady despite the turmoil inside her. She gently touched his arm, trying to reassure him even as she avoided Mal's gaze. They didn't hurt me. They... they were after you, I think. I got one with a frying pan, but well, I’m a bit clumsy. I suppose that’s something else you should know about me. The bang on my forehead is from swinging the fry pan too wildly. Why she hadn’t just used her magic was beyond even her, but in the heat of the moment the fry pan had seemed easier and more of a sure strike.

She glanced towards Mal briefly, her expression conflicted. I didn't mean to hide, I just... I didn't know what to do. The weight of the night's events settled heavily on her shoulders. It reminded her of nights the Templars would do random sweeps of the Circle in the middle of the night, looking for anyone that might be a threat to the status quo.

@Malachai Valentius
@Tiberius Umbra