"Ah."
Lyra sighed in front of Morris, "Will Uncle Morris think I have no conscience? But this is a life-saving grace, and only by promising myself to him can I repay it."
Morris didn't chime in, just quietly watched her perform.
Seeing that he was unaffected, Lyra felt a bit discouraged. She turned around and walked into the house, saying as she did, "This is a very important matter, and I must consult with my brothers about it and listen to their opinions. Whether they can support my remarriage."
Morris turned around and looked at Lyra's retreating figure, his eyes filled with a soft smile.
"Lyra." He whispered her name.
Lyra turned around.
Morris walked over, and when he reached her, he took her hand, "It's cold outside, let's go in."
"Are you just going to brush off my offering myself to repay my gratitude, Uncle Morris?"
