Lyra
His eyes stayed on my lips, and I bit them without thinking as his fingers touched my ear. "Are you feeling better?" he asked in that soft tone like a light brush in my ear.
After a bit, the door opened and someone came in. I looked over and saw Thorian and Vaelin walking toward us.
"Good evening, Lyra. How are you doing now?" Thorian's deep voice filled the room as he got closer. "Is she improving?" He turned to Soren this time, and Soren stood straight.
"She's healing, but she needs rest so the wounds close right," he said, sitting in a chair by the bed.
Thorian nodded, then looked at me. "I have something important to ask. Wanted to know your plans," he said. I'd kinda been waiting for that.
I'd been thinking the same. What was next for me? "First off, I can't stick
