As Asher stood at the mirror admiring himself, a knock resounded across the room. It was Lyra.
"Come in," Asher replied as his hands slipped into his pockets, his purple eyes turning towards the door.
Lyra stepped in. Despite her change in power scale, she remained respectful. She hadn't made herself look younger, as she remained like the forty-year-old woman that she was, still dressed in her usual maid attire.
"Young Master, the other Suns and Moons are already heading towards the Dining Hall," she stated, as Asher had instructed her to inform him when the others started moving, as he didn't want to be the first there. He always preferred arriving last, as he hated waiting.
Asher nodded at her words and turned away from the mirror, facing Lyra as he asked.
"How do I look?" He turned sideways a bit, as though showing Lyra his outfit.
Lyra smiled as she shook her head. "You don't need to ask, Young Master. You look perfect in anything you wear."
