Aria blinked between them, still trying to process. "Wait, wait, wait—so this beautiful, terrifying goddess-looking person is the same little Lyra who once fell asleep on top of my bag?"
Lyra chuckled softly, her voice warm and melodic. "The same one. Though I promise not to steal your bag again."
Aria placed a hand on her heart. "Oh, she remembers. I'm touched—and mildly intimidated."
Caria exhaled, shaking her head but smiling faintly. "It seems the world truly is shifting again. I should've known you'd bring another miracle to life, Rhys."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, though I think this one brought herself back."
Sophia crossed her arms, studying Lyra with open curiosity. "So, what's next for you two? Planning to rest or dive straight into trouble again?"
Rhys gave a small, knowing smirk. "You already know the answer."
Puddle raised her tiny hand dramatically. "Adventure!"
Aria groaned. "Ugh, of course. You people never take a break."
