Lyra helps me zip the back of my dress and ties the bow around my waist. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror, noticing the dark circles under my eyes. I look distressed that even having a long warm bath is still not enough to freshen my mind and appearance.
I tried speaking with Lyra to continue our conversation a moment ago when I asked for her after my bath. I tried by asking her some questions, but she gave me short answers or no answer at all. She refuses to tell me more, and I know that I shouldn't push it if she's unable to tell me so.
There must have been a rule for her to keep her quiet. She looks like an obedient person who's also around my age or could be younger. But through her obedience and silence, I was sure that I could hint at the friendliness in her voice and the willingness for fun glinting in her eyes.
