"Come in."
Michael leaned back slightly, one brow rising as the door eased open.
Lyra stepped in, her dark robes whispering against the floor, the same flowing garb she always wore. No effort to.
Michael tilted his head. "Do you not have mercy on your master? To visit me at this late instead of letting me have peace?"
The corner of Lyra's lip twitched upward. She scoffed softly, though her voice was level when she replied.
"Do you despise my presence so much?"
"…Of course not," Michael said after a pause. "But night is for resting. I'd love to keep it that way."
Lyra's eyes glimmered faintly in the dark as she countered without missing a beat.
"You weren't resting. Not even close. That's why I came when I sensed your presence still awake. Also, it's not that late. The day is still quite bright."
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through it. "Just because I wasn't resting doesn't mean I wanted to do anything else."
