Lyra's POV
As I turned to pick up the clattering items, a little gust of wind brushed my arm. I didn't need to turn to know he had disappeared again from me.
I grunted softly, dropping the items back to the floor. I strolled two feet forward and threw myself onto the bed with a slow, lengthy sigh.
I stared at the ceiling, memories of the day drifting slowly back to my mind. Heat stained my cheeks when the memory of him growling at Alfred brushed my mind, and my face dissolved slowly into a smile. He wouldn't admit it. But I could tell he had done that because of me.