Sylvia turned to Lyra, her eyes filled with a hint of exhaustion. "I need to rest," she said, her voice soft. "The strain of maintaining this form is… more than I anticipated. I'll return to your soul for now."
Lyra nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Take all the time you need."
Sylvia gave a small, grateful smile before her form began to dissolve into a mist of green light, the energy flowing back into Lyra. Lyra felt the familiar warmth as Sylvia returned to her soul, a sense of connection and comfort settling within her.