"Lyserra?" Merlin was surprised. "What are you doing here? And…"
He looked her up and down with curiosity. "What happened to your form? Why are you using your human form?"
Lyserra walked closer, displeasure evident on her face.
"Don't you like my transformation?" She reached out her hand toward him.
"Eh? No, it's not like that." Merlin shook his head as he took her hand. "I'm just surprised to see you like this. It's been a long time since I last saw this form. Besides, you said you didn't like it, didn't you?"
Lyserra pulled him to his feet. The annoyance on her face faded, replaced by a faint smile.
"You have a good memory. Your sensitivity is truly extraordinary," she said. Then she continued, "Earlier, I sensed you were in danger. When I left your consciousness, I saw the Dragon of Light launch a deadly attack at you. Fortunately, I managed to stop it, though you still lost consciousness."
Merlin considered her words, then nodded slightly.
