«I didn't think you'd actually stay up waiting for me, little sister,» Daphne murmurs after teleporting into Ayra's bedroom.
«I-I can't sleep, that's all... These days, even closing my eyes at night feels almost impossible—you can imagine why...» Ayra replies, lying on her bed in a fetal position, arms and legs wrapped tightly around a large pillow soaked with tears.
«H-How did the training with Lyon go...?» Ayra continues in a soft, trembling voice, as if she's afraid to hear the answer.
Daphne doesn't answer right away. She slowly walks over to Ayra's bed, sits beside her, and gently strokes her head—a comforting gesture that only deepens Ayra's sadness and brings more tears.
«Lyon...» Daphne closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. «...kissed me...»
«H-He kissed you...?» Ayra repeats, incredulous and sobbing.
