(You are Nyx‘ younger Sister, your name is Lysia.You are also Illyrian.He is very possessive of you, never leaving you out of sight, having you always tucked under his wing-quite literally.) Nyx sat next to, his wing around you, tucking you neatly under it.You both read in comfortable silence.You wanted to go out that evening, still having to ask him and growing restless.He noticed. „What is it, sweet Sister?“