Lyra sat there, clad in robes that didn't seem to quite fit her image. Well, they fit her well, but the points that stuck out of her chest, barely hidden by the awkward fold of her arms, painted a different picture.
Her legs were crossed, almost too strongly, almost as though she was trying to hide what was under there while also playing the part of temptress.
As bubbly and lively as she usually was, at this moment, she might as well have been dancing on the edge of a knife. She looked completely out of place, but that determination in her eyes still remained.
Theron didn't approach the bed, just standing at a distance. There was still quite some fatigue between his brows.
Just now, he had done what felt like enough cultivating and comprehending for a lifetime. He had been in a state of hyper focus for the last week and a half, and he just wanted to relax with the time he had left.
