Days later, Lyra ordered the kitchen servants to prepare a sort of meal and take it to Odessa's room. When she had a double mind about it, she waited behind until they were done, and then she left with them to Odessa's room.
She opened the door, and the servants served the meal on the table before leaving, then she tapped Odessa awake.
Odessa hissed when she felt a palm touch her cheek. She rolled to the other end of the bed and stretched her limbs, then succumbed back to sleep again. But, as she inhaled the air, the fresh aroma of a prepared meal passed through her nose.
She struggled to believe it was just a dream, and she should continue with her sleep, but it passed again and again. Slowly, she opened her eyes, turning around to catch a glimpse of Lyra standing beside her bed.
“Lad
