Kyra's stomach growled as she sat, waiting for Brynjolf to return. She would have begun to cook but her ingredients were lacking. So instead she sat in her sheltered home, alone and hungry. Never before had she found herself so bored. Or yearning for the sun for that matter. The pain from the incident earlier in the morning still made her hand throb. Although she was happy to find it bearable. She licked her lips. This was it, she couldn't handle waiting any more.

Grabbing her cloak, Kyra propped up her hood and reached for the door. She groaned as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. she blinked then continued on, closing the door behind her. She held her cloak close to her, tucking her bare hands underneath it. From there she walked into the center of town where she found Brynjolf buying food from one of the stalls. He gave the owner his thanks and turned, spotting Kyra as she walked up next to him.

" Kyra what are you doing out here!" He hissed lowly. She frowned.

" I can't stay in that house for the entire day. I was going crazy."

" You need to go back home."

" Is she feeling well? She looks pale." The shop owner furred her brows together. Brynjolf put his hand on Kyra's shoulder, urging her to turn around.

" I was thinking the same thing, you should go back and get some rest."

" I need new gloves Brynjolf."

" I'll get them for you. Now please go back home."
" I can't. You can't keep me inside forever. What are you going to do when we start traveling?"

Brynjolf took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. " Fine, but you wear the gloves once we get them."

Kyra's eyes sparkled as she nodded. As Brynjolf turned she followed behind, careful to keep herself from getting burnt. He rushed to buy her a pair of leather gloves and had her slip them on. It was only then did he let himself take a breath of relief. When people questioned why she was so covered he explained that she had fallen ill and felt desperately cold, especially in the autumn weather they were having, and refused to go home. Everyone had expressed their concern, worried for their dragonborn. Some even begged for Kyra to let them give medicine and food to make her feel better. Instead she would kindly decline, careful to never let them catch a true glimpse of her eyes. Though Kyra and Brynjolf were sure no one would notice the change in color they did not want to take a chance.

The wind blew by and Kyra held tight to her hood, giving a small shiver. Though she could still feel the cold she was happy. It meant that not everything of her human being had disappeared. She heard laughing and glanced up. The kids from the orphanage were outside playing, enjoying the break of the hot weather from summer. The door opened and Constance peeked her head outside.

"Kids dinner is ready."

They all pouted, not ready to go back inside.

" Do you want the monsters to come out and get you?"

Kyra froze in fear just as the kids did. Not a second later they rushed inside, safe from the monsters they were scared of. Kyra turned and looked away, taking deep breaths to calm her heart. They would find a way to cure her. They had to.

When they returned to Honeyside they began to pack their bags, ready to set out that next morning. When Brynjolf turned he saw Kyra sitting, staring blankly at the floor. The sadness was exuding from her.

He kept his voice soft, " What's wrong?"

She looked up. It seemed she had registered that she had been spaced out and returned to packing. He hardened his voice.

"Kyra, what's wrong."

Her shoulders fell in defeat. "Do you think we will find a way to get me back to normal?"
When her eyes met his he held his breath. Had he been imagining it or were her eyes slowly turning. . . red? He blinked and smiled.

"I won't settle for anything else."

"Perhaps I need to owe Delvin an apology. His tales were true after all."
" We don't know that yet."
" What other reasoning is there Brynjolf?"

He swallowed. "I'm not sure. But I'll find an answer."