The light of dawn barely peeked over the horizon.
Theron sat in silence, Lyra's head on his lap. He found himself absentmindedly stroking her hair, a light smile on his face.
Her timing was pretty good—so good he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. Looking at her peaceful, sleeping face, he felt a similar peace.
It was odd. He couldn't remember the last time he had had someone come and comfort him. So focused on holding up all his burdens on his own, he wasn't even sure how he should be feeling right now.
But maybe he didn't have to give a logical explanation to everything there was. Part of him still couldn't help but wonder if she had come to his side after reading his mind or something.
She couldn't have possibly known what he had just experienced with Ameridia or what happened with that. Or maybe the answer was a lot simpler than he was giving it credit for. Maybe…
She just wanted to spend time with him.
