Lyra
"Do you have a preference as to which?" Lyra gently asked.

She shook her head again, large tears coming down. She seemed to be trying not to cry, but failing.

Lyra
-Easy, there. Don't worry. I won't hurt you,- Lyra said, gently stroking Mistake's shoulder in a reassuring way.

She continued to cry softly, small whimpers coming from deep inside her throat. -I never asked for any of this... why is all this happening to me? Why cant it stop?-

Lyra
Lyra dismissed the minders, then gently said, -It will end. Now.-

Thomas
Thomas shifted to anthro, and said, "We'll help you."

The Indoraptor kept crying softly. -how?-

Thomas
-There are a couple of your kind here,- Thomas said.

Nya
Nya sensed somebody watching her, and the scales on her neck lifted(Like how cats' fur puffs up when they're frightened), and she looked around. Something was at the very edge of her senses, something sinister. It wasn't distinct, but there was enough for her to be ill at ease.
(Fun fact: Sinister means left in Latin. Right is iustum.)

(Neat.)

Night raised his head and sniffed, and wrinkled his nose, confused. He smelled something else, something similar. He couldnt place it, though.

She looked up. -can you take me to them?-

Thomas
-Why, they're in this same room,- Thomas said, pointing toward Night and Nya.

As Thomas pointed toward her, she fought to lower her scales, but only partly succeeded. Some stood straight out.

Night watched her, curious and slightly confused.

She inched back, head down. She let out a small, -hello,- and went silent, terrified. Did she do something wrong again? Of course she did. She always does.