Violet
"Uh?"
Lyra's smile faltered and she stared at me, her eyes wide with naive shock. She genuinely had not expected the question.
She played with her hands.
'Why does she keep doing that?'
She laughed nervously, avoiding my eyes. "Why won't I? You seem nice."
My forehead wrinkled with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. "I honestly don't think that is a real answer."
She barely knew me, and I don't think I had done anything nice so far.
She stopped fiddling with her fingers and looked at me, worry creeping into her eyes.
I sighed and my face eased. Her looking at me like that would only make me feel miserable. I could not stomach that her politeness may not be genuine and she was only doing this to get in Tow's good graces.
After all, she couldn't be nice to me and view me as something inferior.
