[center][h3][color=fff79a]Lyla Warren[/color][/h3][/center]

Lyla's small hand clutched tightly around Laurel's slender fingers as the latter appeared just as swiftly and silently as she had previously. The Splice used the counter behind her for support and stumbled to her feet with her eyes closed. She felt bad enough without the dull ache that was beginning to form just between her eyebrows. The relative comfort of a chair and a table to lean her head on was positively blissful in comparison. She didn't notice when the other girl vanished again, but she heard the familiar sound of a glass being filled a few moments before she heard it placed on the table in front of her. Reflexively, Lyla moved one hand to touch the cool glass with the back of her fingers before closing her hand around it. Sitting up carefully, she moved her other hand to feel across the table for the bread. Once she found the food, she forced herself to eat a slice and wash every bite down with a small sip of water before returning her forehead to the cool, smooth table.

[color=fff79a]"Thank you, Laurel. Again,"[/color] she thought to say, the barest moment before the Gifted girl's voice rang out in farewell from across the room. Lyla dragged the second slice of bread over to her mouth, eating it slowly and listening to the party go on around her.