"Hmm? You don't remember?"
Xavier squinted. "No."
She leaned against the counter, arms crossed, tail flicking lazily behind her. "I came to your room last night and asked if I could sleep on your bed," she said, smiling faintly. "You said yes."
"I did?" Xavier raised a brow, confused. "I don't remember that."
"Well, you did," she said simply, as if that explained everything.
He stared at her for a few seconds, trying to piece together fragments of last night — Reva, the drive, her confession, the forgotten dream. Nothing about Lyra showed up.
"Okay then," he muttered. "But seriously, why were you there?"
"I don't know," she said with a light shrug. "I just… felt like sleeping next to you."
Xavier went silent. That was not how Lyra acted. The usual aloof, soft-spoken girl who could barely look him in the eye, who only thought about food, was gone. This version was forward — almost brazen.
