Lyra

Warmth.

That was the first thing she noticed when her eyes opened, the golden flicker of firelight across carved stone walls, for a long moment she lay frozen, staring upward, her chest seizing with disbelief.

She could see.

Tears blurred her vision at once, she sat up sharply, breath breaking, and pressed her trembling hands to her face. “Moon Goddess,” she whispered, laughing through the sob that caught in her throat. “You’ve given it back. My sight..”

Her words cut off.

Her ...