Lyra's POV
I woke up exhausted, Astra’s words from the night before was still bothering me refusing to let me rest
“They've found our scent”
I carried them with me all morning, through every task, every quiet moment between grinding herbs and boiling water at Martha's side, I barely noticed I'd gone still with the jar in my hand until Martha's voice pulled me back.
I forced a smile onto my face, “Just tired”
She didn't push through her eyes lingered a moment longer than usual,
“You worry about everyone in this village Lyra, I sometimes wonder who worries about you”
I looked down at my hands, calloused and stained with the faint green hue of crushed herbs. Who did worry about me? Since my world shifted and everything changed, I had been forced to rely entirely on myself. I managed
