POV: APHRODITE
The morning after my power surge, the males insist on patrolling wider circles around our camp. They're worried about scouts. Worried about me losing control again. Worried about everything.
I don't blame them.
Lyra stays behind with me, claiming she wants to help organize our supplies, but I know the real reason. She saw me last night after everyone went to sleep. Saw me sitting alone, wrapped in invisible comfort that no one else could feel.
She didn't say anything then. Just watched me with those knowing eyes before eventually closing her own.
Now, in the quiet morning light with the males gone, she finally speaks.
"Do you love them yet?"
I freeze mid-motion, the water skin I was refilling slipping from my grip. It hits the ground with a dull thud. I stare at Lyra, caught completely off guard by the directness of her question.
"I..." The words stick in my throat.
