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Lyris watched her sister with cool, observant eyes. She saw the passion in her moves as she threw random things into a bag. She stood and moved to her side, placing a hand on her arm. She knew her sister was afraid, but they were powerful children and if anyone could do it it would be them. She looked up at her sister, who was so much older than her, but at the moment guided by passion. "We should go." She nearly whispered, barley loud enough for her to hear. "But it's going to be dangerous, so we have to be smart about it. Only bring things we need." She said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a photograph that her sister had grabbed blindly. Lyris turned away and set the photograph on the nightstand, shaking hands pulling back and she plopped herself on the edge of the bed. She was only twelve, but her entire life she had thought she was an orphan. Now she had a mother and they were risking their lives to save her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at her older sister. "Do you think we can do it?" She asked, quietly, looking down at her feet swinging on the edge of the bed.