~LYRA'S POV~
The morning came grey and exhausted, the way mornings came after things that had taken too much from too many people.
I was awake before it arrived. I'd been awake most of what remained of the night, sitting in one of the Silverclaw corridors with my back against the wall and my knees pulled up, watching the healers move through the building with the particular purposeful quiet of people who had too much to do and had organised themselves to do it efficiently rather than emotionally. There was something useful in watching that. Something that kept the inside of my head from becoming the only thing in the space.
