---
---
🪷 LYRA 🪷
---
The room felt different when Lyra woke up. She stared at the ceiling for a moment longer.
Pushing herself up slowly, her body still felt a little off. Her hand moved to her neck without thinking, then her wrist, then her palm.
The cut was still there, it stung when she flexed her fingers. She turned her hand slightly, watching the thin line across her skin.
"You're up early," Sienna was sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her with that slightly narrowed look she always got when something caught her attention.
"Hey."
"Hey?" Sienna rolled her eyes slightly. "Where were you yesterday?"
"Out."
"Wow. Very detailed."
Lyra shrugged lightly. "You didn't need a full report."
"I wasn't asking for a report. You disappeared. Then you come back late looking like… something happened."
"Someone."
Sienna leaned forward a bit. "Someone?"
Lyra didn't look at her. "Yeah."
"Wow," Sienna said. "That clears everything up."
