Rosura
Confused follower of the great PseudoLives
Lyra made faces at Bren, muttering curses of annoyance. She stood and slowly walked over to him, not wanting him to think she was trying anything. She bent down slightly and reached out her hand towards him, a nervous yet kind expression on her face. "L-Let me assist you." She said in a suggestive tone, not wanting him to snap at her. "To at least stand, I mean." She quickly added, knowing he didn't want the help, but also knowing that he needed it.