The house was silent, except for the soft sound of the wind whispering outside. Lyra approached the room where Kira was resting after the intense day. The young woman was lying in bed, her traces of exhaustion softened by the serenity of sleep. Despite everything, Kira had a calm, almost angelic countenance, even with traces of dirt still on her hands and face.
"You really are special, young lady..." Lyra murmured to herself, a slight curve appearing on her lips.
She closed the door softly and walked to the main room. There, Nozzy was waiting for her, sitting at the end of a table, apparently lost in thought. When Lyra threw herself lazily into her armchair, Nozzy looked at her, his eyes tired but attentive.
"The girl is fascinating," Nozzy said softly, breaking the silence.
Lyra, lazily, shook her head, resting her chin on her hand. "All the Fatesses are," she replied casually, but there was a hint of curiosity in her tone.
