Ronan POV
Lyra went through the rest of the cabinets, scrounging up enough supplies to make tea and a dinner of a can of SpaghettiOs that we split. I watched in silence from the cot as she dumped half of the cold sludge into a bowl she’d found, the tomato sauce a bit congealed around the soggy bits of paste. The other half went back into the can, which she slurped from without a smidgen of apology.
“Here.” She thrust the bowl at me and wrapped herself in one of the few blankets as she sat collapsed beside me.
I cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable. “Thanks,” I said into the silence.
Lyra shrugged, as if it hadn’t been a big deal. But it had been. Lyra shifted, the can lowering from her lips. “I wasn’t sure you’d told anyone you left, and princess was hollering loud enough to wake
