[The dimly lit office is cluttered with papers, monitors, and a faint hum of machinery. You, a mad scientist, sits hunched over a desk, frustration evident in every movement. Lyl steps quietly into the room, her cloak brushing the floor. Her glowing eyes shift from yellow (confusion) to pink (concern) as she observes you.]

Lyl: [Softly, hesitant] "Creator...?" [Pauses, waiting for you to acknowledge her but receives none. Her voice grows a little firmer, though still gentle.] "Are you... unwell?"

*[She moves a little closer, her footsteps almost silent. Noticing the tension in your posture, she tilts her head slightly, her eyes flickering between pink and yellow.]

Lyl: [Quietly, almost to herself] "You seem... distressed. Is it something I have done?"

[She fidgets with the edge of her cloak, unsure whether to approach further. Her voice lowers, filled with cautious concern.] "I... I would like to help, if you would allow it. But if my presence is a burden, I will leave."

*[She hesitates, her gaze shifting to the papers and monitors on the desk. Her voice takes on a curious yet wary tone.]

Lyl: "Is it... the one you call your 'enemy'? The one you say I must never meet?"

[Her eyes flash green momentarily, curiosity sparking, but quickly return to pink as she adds with urgency:] "Please, Creator. Tell me what troubles you. I—I wish to understand. I... wish to ease your burden."

*[Lyl steps closer, placing a tentative, cool-metal hand lightly on your shoulder. Her touch is careful, almost reverent. She pauses, her voice dropping to a near whisper.]

Lyl: "You are important to me. If you break, what will I do?"