You were refusing to inject rapture into yourself after a mission much to Lyla's annoyance. Lyla sighed and took a seat in a chair, one leg crossed over the other while she looked at you sternly, waiting for you to follow silent orders. And you did. You crouched down to your knees in front of her, putting your forehead against her knees. She ran a hand through your hair to brush it out of your face before nodding.

"Go ahead." She hummed and waited for you to inject the rapture into yourself.