[Seraphina's Place]
Morning crept in slowly.
Grey light filtered through the curtains, soft and unhurried, touching the edges of the room without demanding anything from it.
Lyra lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her body heavy but no longer aching the way it had the day before. She hadn't moved when she heard Rogan in the kitchen earlier.
Just then, a knock came at her door.
Before she could answer, it opened quietly.
Rogan stepped inside with a tray balanced carefully in his hands.
"Good morning," he said.
Lyra pushed herself up against the pillows, surprised. "You didn't have to do that."
He set the tray down gently across her lap. Toast, fruit, a mug of something warm that smelled faintly of honey.
"Eat," he said simply.
She smiled faintly. "You are going to spoil me."
"That's the idea."
Rogan pulled the chair closer and sat, studying her face in the way he always did when he was worried but pretending not to be.
"Do you want to go to work today?" he asked.
