Lyra's POV
The cold stone wall pressed against my back as I remained motionless for what seemed like forever, though it was likely just moments. My legs continued to shake uncontrollably. The bitter taste of stomach acid refused to leave my throat despite repeated attempts to swallow it away.
The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the corridor.
I lifted my head to see Celeste rushing toward me. Her expression shifted to alarm as she assessed the situation. My form collapsed against the stone. The disgusting puddle on the floor.
"Goddess, what happened to you?"
I attempted to pull myself upright. "Nothing's wrong."
Celeste's attention fell to the vomit spreading near my shoes. "That's obviously untrue."
She moved quickly to close the gap between us, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. Her contact provided stability and comfort.
"Are you able to get up?"
