Mira's POV.

I’ve been sitting beside Lyra’s bed for two days. She breathes, eats when prompted, and exists. but she’s not here. The head healer approaches carefully. “Her body is recovering. But her mind has gone somewhere we can’t reach.”

“Will she come back?” I already know there’s no certainty. “That depends on whether she finds something worth returning to.” Kael enters quietly. He never stays long.

“You need rest,” he says, gentle, not commanding.

“I’m ...