Suddenly being asked this question by Astrid, Lyra's hand, which was lightly covering her forehead, trembled slightly.
However, due to the small movement, it quickly returned to normal.
She did dream... but that dream was really hard to talk about...
Through her fingers, Lyra could see the pure black pleated skirt Astrid was wearing.
The deep blue brooch accentuated her proud fullness, her slender waist was almost too delicate to hold.
If Astrid knew that she appeared in her dream in such a scene, Lyra would probably want to find a hole to crawl into immediately, rather than just covering her blushing cheeks with her hand, trying to look as if nothing was wrong.
"Hmm..."
Lyra controlled her tone and let out a low hum. Astrid continued to look at her, her cold red eyes flowing like water, resembling a pair of clear, transparent rubies.
"Was it a nightmare?" Astrid asked her.
Lyra remained silent for a few seconds before softly replying.
"...No."
