Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

Coming back to reality after such a vicious high is never pleasant. At least, not for Nyra. 
She trembled slightly as she tossed Aya's heart into the river, forcing herself not to gag, not to puke, while she was here. 

She felt frozen in time as she watched the deathly-ill creature disembowel the dead girl and decorate poor Leigh in the carnage. 

Everything was moving in slow motion and hyperspeed all at once. 

The Shieldmaiden steeled herself into calmness as she approached Leigh, blocking Sasha from her with a glare made of hellfire before she whined softly to the dragon-wolf and nosed the intestines and other guts from Leigh's fur. Silently, she stayed at Leigh's side - she had been too bloodthirsty to see her friend's hurt before, but she saw it now - and she would be damned if she did nothing while Leigh was left feeling so much agony, even though Nyra was partially at fault for it and knew as such.

Nyra also knew she had done nothing good, and there was nothing she could do to redeem herself from this. But, she would protect and defend everyone she cared for, with everything she had.

Even at the expense of someone else.