The old woman seemed almost eager to lead the way. But before moving, she turned sharply to Lyra.
"Why won't you take them yourself, girl? Is it shame that keeps your tongue tied?"
Lyra's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her thoughts spun in circles. The old woman looked like she was sowing discord for no reason. Keeping things heated about the situation.
Everyone's eyes on her felt heavy and accusing. To them, she looked like a liar. Yet inside, she was lost. She truly didn't remember ever having a grandfather. Was there something missing in her memory? Or was this woman deliberately twisting things?
She lowered her head, unable to answer.
The warriors carrying the body had already covered it with a white cloth. The sight of it made Lyra's chest tighten, she felt it was pitiful for such an old man to just die like that. Her mind was filled with only questions.
She trailed behind them as they followed the old woman.
