Lyra continued to curl up on the bed, while still hugging Tania's notebook. Memories of them flashed again, like ink dripping on parchment and scattering.
Her eyes watered, then dripped down her cheeks, moist and sticky. Even though it was silent, the cry was too heavy to bear. She began to sob sobbing, at the same time hugging her sadness alone.
Gena and Ela looked sadly at her.
"My Lady, we know it will be very difficult for you to forget her, and it will probably take a very long time. But we believe you can do it," said Ela. "If you try to keep yourself busy, we're sure you can forget her."
"Or go out often to get some fresh air," suggested Gena. "We can accompany you, My Lady."
