Marcus found Lyra in the living room, her silhouette framed by the large bay window. She stood motionless, gazing out at the grounds, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The tension in her posture spoke volumes about her mental state.
"How are you holding up?" Marcus said softly, approaching her.
Lyra turned, offering a wan smile that didn't reach her eyes. "As well as can be expected, I suppose. The children are still shaken from the Seeker visit."
Marcus nodded, his expression grim. "It was too close this time, Lyra. If Caden hadn't been here..."
"I know," Lyra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Speaking of Caden, what do you make of his offer to help? Can we trust him?"
Marcus settled into a nearby chair, considering. "He did cover for Nate during the Seeker visit. And
