[Kyoshoku]

((No, just like when Sora was sucked up into the dark a couple times, and other people saved him - or even his Keyblade, Cyra was the same way. The only thing keeping her safe was Oathkeeper and the promise she'd made. ))

Cyra returned to the inn, slow, careful strides having her take her time. She was tired - having been traveling for quite some time, and her body was beginning to wane. Still, there was more recon to do and she could take a power nap later. Either that or use a Cura spell to aid the aches and pains.

While it was a dangerous line to ride, Cyra did it often.

Cura healed the body of physical ailments. It would not work if the Keybearer were sick. It did not replenish mental health. While the body might have been able to function, the mind would slowly degrade. Cyra had been awake for something close to three days now. Five was her maximum.

She planned to sleep, because having a tired mind in a battle would lead to easy defeat.

Slipping herself on the barstool, she waved at the waitress and ordered something low-key. She'd never been to this world before, and drinking what may or may not contain incredibly strong alcohol was always a bad idea. Luckily it was juice. . . Of some kind. Oathbreaker trembled slightly, telling her another Keybearer was nearby.

She smiled slightly to herself. Allies or friends? Who knew.