Lyra
The next morning, Lyra woke up feeling lazy. She let out a yawn and paced the corners of her bedroom. Aaron was fast asleep and she didn't want to wake him up from his sleep yet so she made her way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast after which she tidied the apartment. Lyra noticed the empty cabinet by the kitchen and sighed in distress. From the look of things, they needed some groceries in the house, and with Lyra still unemployed and Aaron in a wheelchair, she knew that wouldn't be possible unless someone stepped in and took up the providing role. Of course, she would be the provider around here because Aaron wasn't fit to do that, so she thought.
“Maybe it's time to go job hunting,” Lyra sighed in distress, holding onto a broom. “I guess I'll have to call Emma to assist me.
