A little distance away from the Nevan, Lyria paced back and forth, an unmistakable trace of unease etched into her expression.
She couldn't quite place the reason for it, but something about Kael's presence stirred an odd restlessness within her. It was strange—being around him had always brought her a sense of comfort, a quiet security that she had come to rely on more than she realized.
"Maybe it's because I've been relying on him too much…" she murmured to herself, her voice trailing off into the stillness of the evening.
There was a faint hesitation in her words as she glanced out into the night. Then, as if trying to dismiss the creeping thoughts, she shook her head.
"No, let's not think about that."
A brief frown crossed her face.
"Why am I so unusually chatty today?"
