“We have to get to the, uh…” Lyria pointed vaguely over her shoulder. Aidria blinked, following her finger, which pointed kind of in the direction of the dining room. She nodded slowly.
“Right,” Aidria swiped at her eyes. “The dinner. Yeah. Of course. I’m sorry to bother you, I’m being stupid.”
Aertis and Lyria exchanged looks. “Listen,” Aertis said, “how about if you come to my room tomorrow and we can talk? I’m not sure if Lyria… she might need to be practicing or studying, or whatever. But I’ll be free. Is that okay?”
Aidria looked warily at Aertis. “You won’t tell my brother?” she asked.
“On the Goddess,” Aertis said, raising a hand solemnly. Aidria nodded.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’ll go, I mean, I’ll let you go. I just… Lyria,” she turned back to her lifelong enemy, “I rea
