"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lirian asked in a cold voice.
Izlandi's eyes widened with shock as she looked Lirian in the face, she felt a shooting pain through her arm where Lirian was grabbing her, and in just a few seconds she lost all her feeling in the arm.
"I-I-I, y-your mask slipped off," she squealed in embarrassment and offered the mask back to Lirian.
Lirian frowned and touched his face, 'It's that dream again, it's affecting even my instincts, what would have happened if it was an enemy just now getting so close?' he wondered with worry and released Izlandi's arm.
Izlandi felt her arm fall limply against her body, the feeling was completely gone, "M-my arm, what did you do to it?" she asked with worry as she tapped it and felt nothing at all.
"I hit a pressure point, you'll get your feeling back in an hour," Lirian said coldly, "Now explain yourself, my mask was on my face, which is not where your hand was," Lirian said.