~LYRA'S POV~
I came back to a room I didn't recognise.
Cool air. Dim light. The sound of a fire somewhere close but out of sight. Stone walls, a single chair near the door, the low amber glow of whatever was burning nearby laying itself across the ceiling in slow, shifting patterns.
Ryland was sitting beside me. Eren was at the window, arms crossed, watching me with the kind of attention that doesn't advertise itself.
When I opened my eyes, both of them exhaled. Not dramatically, just a controlled release of air that told me they'd been holding it for a while.
"How long?" I said.
"Twenty minutes," Ryland said. "Maybe a little more."
I tried to sit up. He helped me, one hand at my back, steady and unhurried.
"The full moon," I said. It wasn't a question.
