[ Lyria, adorned in a long, white nightgown stands timidly at the doorway when Eustace opens it. Her eyes grow wide when their eyes meet as a rush of both panic and relief sweeps across her face.
He... he was alright.
She exhales- a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in- before her weight shifts uncomfortably.
In her hands, neatly tucked and hidden behind her back (or attempting to) was her pillow. ]
I... I wanted to see if you were okay, and— [ She hesitates with a frown, the mixture of emotions making her unable to continue her sentence.]
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He... he was alright.
She exhales- a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in- before her weight shifts uncomfortably.
In her hands, neatly tucked and hidden behind her back (or attempting to) was her pillow. ]
I... I wanted to see if you were okay, and— [ She hesitates with a frown, the mixture of emotions making her unable to continue her sentence.]