~LYRA'S POV~
It was past midnight when we gathered in the strategy room.
Eren had the journal. I had the cloak still around my shoulders because nobody had suggested I go change and I hadn't thought to. Ryland was there when we came in, I didn't ask how he knew to be there, but this was Ryland, who had a particular sensitivity to when something had happened that required him to be present, and he'd clearly felt it.
He looked at me when I walked in. His eyes moved over my face and then he went to the side table and poured water into a cup and set it next to where I'd sat down.
I put my hands flat on the table. Grounding myself against the surface, the specific physical present of cool wood under my palms.
