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🪷 LYRA 🪷
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Sienna finally slept. Her breathing had evened out, her shoulders no longer tense. One hand lay loosely on top of the blanket, fingers relaxed for the first time since she'd woken up.
Lyra sat beside the bed, watching her. She hadn't moved much in the past hour.
Every time Sienna stirred, Lyra had leaned forward immediately, making sure she didn't try to get up again. It had taken longer than expected to calm her down, it has taken longer to get her to stop crying.
But eventually, exhaustion had won. Lyra exhaled quietly and leaned back in her chair.
Her whole body felt heavy, drained even.
Her eyes burned slightly, but she refused to close them. She didn't trust that if she looked away, something wouldn't go wrong again.
"I'm not letting you go back there like this," she murmured under her breath, even though Sienna couldn't hear her. "I don't care how angry you get."
