"This is not going to end well." he said matter of factly.
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The soft smell of lavender and pine filled Lyra's nose, at first she had thought she was back home in London, once again in the warmth of her own bed, in her own room. Then she remembered never having gotton on a plane to go across the pond. She awoke, the first thing she saw was the brown ceiling of the room she was in, something warm and soothing draped across her brow and the warm smell of incense, sage? Sitting up to see that she was far from home, she lifeted a hand to take the cloth form her forehead, look at it, then look up to see the gorgeous stranger observing her concerned. Had she ever met him before? She tried to remember from all the many fine bloaks she'd ever met back at home, alas none came to mind, none as him. Sighing with a twinge of pain pulling her brows together, she pressed the warm towel to her head, it pounded terribly. She shouldn't have forsed herself passed her limit, she would tell Katherine to remind her noever to do that again. Speaking of her, the girl looked around, searching for Katherine who was no where in sight, tensing, her pulse on a runaway train, her amber eyes widened like saucers she edged into the bed, her back hitting the head board, she criss crossed her arms around her tiny body gripping the fabric of her sweater. "W-where am I?" she asked trying not to freak, though her trembling high pitched voice was a dead giveaway at her hiking fears.