Lyria woke up with a jolt through her arm. She leapt up from her bed, quickly looking around the room for any danger. She took a deep breath upon seeing that there was no one - for a brief second she had a vision of Imperials coming to seize her from her bed and drag her back to the laboratory she hated so. But all was well - all, except, for the shocks she was still feeling. Shaking free from her blankets, she took a close look at her arm. It showed no outward sign of injury or muscle convulsion, despite the sensations she unquestionably felt. Lyria wondered for a brief moment what was happening before she remembered. "Djeeta," she whispered with a smile as she shook her arm out to distract herself. She rose from bed to dress herself and find what Djeeta could possibly be up to.