Lyra POV
The healer’s wing became Lyra’s world for two days.
Time passed slowly there—measured not in hours, but in the rhythm of medicine, quiet footsteps, and the steady rise and fall of her breathing as her body struggled to recover.
Mira rarely left her side.
Elena visited often.
Even Ronan checked in, though he kept his presence quiet, leaning against the doorway as if guarding rather than intruding.
But there was one thing Lyra noticed more than anything else.
No one spoke about what had happened.
Not the dungeon.
Not the punishment.
Not Melvin.
It was as if those two days existed in silence—deliberately buried beneath polite conversation and careful avoidance.
And Lyra hated it.
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By the morning of the third day, Lyra was finally strong enough to stand on her own.
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