"Thank you," she croaked, her voice hoarse.
"I have not felt too well since last night."Selene's expression softened, her suspicion replaced by genuine concern.
"It is alright. I believe I must have stressed your body. You should go to your quarters and rest."Lyra shook her head, still coughing.
"I could manage," she protested weakly, hoping to avoid any further questions.
"No, it's alright," Selene insisted. "You should rest. Please return to your quarters. Do you suggest I walk you?"
"No, it's alright," Selene insisted.
"You should rest. Please return to your quarters. Do you suggest I walk you?"
"No, no, you don't need to," Lyra replied hastily.
"I would just return to rest."Selene gave her a sympathetic nod.
"Very well. Please take care of yourself, Lyra."With a final bow, Lyra left Selene's quarters, her heart pounding.
