"Lyra, is there something you need?"
Seated at her desk, flipping through the samples for next week's newspaper, Astrid spoke softly after sensing the umpteenth gaze upon her.
"Ever since you sat down, you've been stealing glances at me..."
"If there's something, just say it."
Mages are less perceptive than knights but still much more sensitive than ordinary people. Astrid had just returned to the dormitory to hold Amalia for a while before sitting at her desk to review the content for the next week's newspaper. She vaguely felt someone's gaze on her.
Upon being called out, Lyra's breath momentarily halted, her legs stiffened, and her feet gently pressed against the table leg.
Indeed, as Astrid had said, Lyra had been stealing glances at her, and not just once or twice.
In these five minutes, she had glanced at her at least seven or eight times.
"No, nothing..."
