There was a soft knock on the door before it creaked open. Lyra quickly stood up from the couch, brushing down her shirt and wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Chase stepped in with a gentle smile. “Hope we’re not interrupting.”
Behind him was a woman—tall, graceful, with warm brown eyes and hair tied in a loose braid over her shoulder. She smiled the moment she saw Lyra.
“Hi,” Myla said softly, her voice kind, unassuming. “We thought we’d come check on you.”
Lyra blinked, nerves immediately tightening in her chest. “I… I’m fine. Thank you.”
“She’s nervous,” Myla said with a small grin, glancing at Chase.
He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, considering where she landed and who she’s rooming with, I’d be nervous too.”
Lyra flushed, unsure whether to laugh or crawl into t
