Inside These Pages you HOLD Me

Lyria felt as if her limbs would freeze and snap off, even pressed against the other. Shivers still went through her, and all too soon the other would move away. "Can I help you?" The taller female's voice was irritable, and Lyria would speak through her violent shivering. "Cold." At this rate, the female did not want a fight. She was cold, and even a fight didn't seem like it would help.... Wait......Am I getting sick? Yes, the tiny female was acting odd, in a way. She had no interest in fighting, even though she had met two fema- "Do I know you?" The other female asked, and Lyria spoke once more. "Lyria." Her last name would not be offered. Not yet, anyways.