Lyra's POV
I stirred, my body still heavy with sleep. The room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains.
Then I saw Keto.
Sitting by my bedside, knees bent, elbows resting on them, looking at me as though he'd been there for some time.
I opened and shut my eyes, and then sat up from my reclining position. "Keto?"
He looked at me, a small smile on the edge of his mouth. "How are you feeling?"
My voice was labored. "I'm okay. Why're you here?"
He raised an eyebrow, not surprised but in that gentle, impenetrable way he used to do. "Do I need to seek your permission to watch out for you now?"
I shook my head from side to side. "That is not what I am saying. I was saying. why did you not go to the funeral?"
He looked away for a moment, a
