[i]Alyssa's eyes flew opened, and, see a masculine figure, she whipped her head towards Alon, anger in her eyes. However, she recognized Alon; he was the mage. Alyssa was conflicted between running away, not running away, attacking Alon, or not attacking him. However the conflict allowed her to see through her blindness; the cloak covering her body. She hoped to high hell that Alonfé wasn't going to hurt her in any way, because her trust, at the moment, was water during a period of drought; so hard to come by, and when wasted, so harmful to Alyssa. Slowly, Alyssa sat up, her bright, green eyes never leaving the mage. She decided that if he made any sudden movements, she'd run, no matter if it was a movement that benefited her or not. Her gaze, for the most part, was calm, however held a tiny bit of hostility. Prejudice against males, for how her heart had been broken, shattered, burnt, then the ashes thrown into the sea. Tears never stop rolling down her cheeks, and, as always, her emotions were clear on her face, not concealable, her ruined heart worn on her sleeve.[/i]