When Lyra asked the time Vilox looked down at his chrono. It was a good question. When he read that it was only a couple of hours before their transport was set to leave he decided that they would have go now. He looked back up to tell her but she then dismissed the question. He watched her eyes look towards the bedroom he had just vacated whilst listening to her groggily announce that she needed to 'freshen up'.
The sickly feeling that entered his stomach was a familiar sensation. He equated it to a physical response of the anxiety he felt at times like this. Blood was flushing to his red. A red hot sensation that made him feel nervous. He looked down for a moment, making out that he was reading the time again. Composing himself he said without looking at her: "I'm sorry. Can't let you use the bathroom. But there's a sink over there. Don't think there's any towels though so try not to get too wet." Smiling again he looked back up. "Doubt that will matter though. It's still raining. Either way we have to leave now. So let's go."
Standing up Vilox returned to the duffel bag he had dropped. Picking it back up by it's straps- coat hanging in between it's handles on top of the bag- he made his way to the front door and opened it. He turned and looked at Lyra expectantly.
The sickly feeling that entered his stomach was a familiar sensation. He equated it to a physical response of the anxiety he felt at times like this. Blood was flushing to his red. A red hot sensation that made him feel nervous. He looked down for a moment, making out that he was reading the time again. Composing himself he said without looking at her: "I'm sorry. Can't let you use the bathroom. But there's a sink over there. Don't think there's any towels though so try not to get too wet." Smiling again he looked back up. "Doubt that will matter though. It's still raining. Either way we have to leave now. So let's go."
Standing up Vilox returned to the duffel bag he had dropped. Picking it back up by it's straps- coat hanging in between it's handles on top of the bag- he made his way to the front door and opened it. He turned and looked at Lyra expectantly.