With one final glance at Casian's sleeping form, Lyra stepped out of the chamber beside Selene.
Her thoughts churned in chaos—how had the Seer known to arrive at just the right moment?
And yet, beneath the confusion and fatigue, a single emotion pulsed strongest: gratitude.
"Selene," she called softly, still astonished to hear her own voice echo into the quiet corridor.
The woman paused, turning just slightly, her expression unreadable at first.
A faint smile touched Selene's lips, amused by the disbelief in Lyra's tone, but she didn't linger on it. She simply waited.
"My voice... did you—?" Lyra's words came gently, uncertainly, as though afraid the magic might vanish with the question.
Selene nodded. "It's not permanent, Luna," she said with calm honesty. "I cast a shield to block the curse—just for now. A temporary reprieve. That's why your voice returned."
