Lyra's face fell into an exaggerated pout, and she threw her hands up. "Come on! She's basically one of us already."
"No," Isobel said, removing herself from the embrace. "We have to keep our standards high. If she's as strong as you say, she'll pass on her own."
"And if she doesn't show up?"
Isobel sighed. "Then I'll let you convince me that Meredith is worth all of the potential trouble it is to bring her on."
Lyra's eyes lit up as she pounced onto Isobel, tackling the girl in a tight hug. "That's why you're my favorite Demon Queen!"
"T-that is the last resort option, Lyra. Don't count on it happening!"
