Seraphina's place was tucked above her shop, quiet in a way the city rarely managed.
She guided Lyra down the narrow hallway without speaking, her hand light at Lyra's back, steady and reassuring.
The guest room was already prepared, soft lighting, clean sheets and a glass of water waiting on the bedside table.
"You will be safe here," Seraphina said gently. "Get some rest."
Lyra nodded, exhaustion pulling her under faster than she expected.
By the time Seraphina closed the door, Lyra's breathing had already slowed into sleep.
She stood there for a moment longer, listening.
Only when she was certain Lyra was asleep did she turn away.
…..
The stairs creaked softly beneath her as she descended back into the shop.
The moment her feet touched the familiar wooden floor, the calm she had worn all evening shattered.
Her breath came faster.
She locked the door, fingers fumbling with the bolt, then pressed her back against it as if the walls themselves might be listening.
