Syris I

Within the Blue Whale, Altair and Lyain sat silently, and much to Lyain's annoyance, Altair did not so much as glance her way. She could sense her lady's presence outside and felt rather uncomfortable about the entire thing. 

"If she causes harm to—" 

"Shut the fuck up," a voice from behind her snapped, roaring with laughter. 

Altair glanced at Lyain, who seemed entirely unaware almost everyone had been enthralled by [schizophrenia]. But the look he gave her just about said, 'What he said.'

Lyain's face went red. Then, began to contort when she saw him laugh. 

"Stop it!" she demanded. 

"But why?" said Altair, still laughing, his voice still cold as a river of ice. 

When their eyes met, Lyain felt a hint of dreadful premonition slither up her spine. It had been the very feeling she had when she'd stood face-to-face with a demon. Her head began to ache, her chest began to burn, and her gut began to churn.