Honestly, Lyra didn't know what to say or feel. After eighteen years of care, service, loyalty, and quiet devotion, her Young Master was now leaving her behind. She had always known that Asher wouldn't remain here forever, but still... it left behind a hollow emptiness, a void that felt as though the very reason for her existence was being forcefully pulled from her grasp.
What was she supposed to do in Asher's absence? Walk around aimlessly? Train? Cultivate? She knew that once he departed, she would suddenly have far too much time on her hands, time she hadn't had in years.
She wasn't like the other maids assigned to mundane estate duties such as cleaning, dusting, or dressing beds. She was a Sun's personal maid, which meant such chores no longer applied to her.
'I can only grow stronger as I wait for his return,' Lyra thought with a quiet mental sigh.
Then she spoke aloud, her tone composed, "It seems so, Young Master."
