«Little sister, have you already told Lyon about your marriage to Edgar? He seems to have grown very fond of you, but even more than that… you've grown fond of him.» Daphne asks Ayra in a voice that's sweet, yet tinged with worry.
It's the middle of the night—the Minus Moon hangs high in the sky—and the two sisters have been lying on the grassy shore of Lake Umlareth for hours, just like they always do when Ayra feels unsettled.
Ayra's right arm is completely bandaged—using the Superior Blood Word, Vorianis, caused a series of severe internal fractures, both in the bones and muscles, spreading from her wrist up to her collarbone—now treated with special bandages and blood-based ointments to accelerate the reconstruction of bones and missing patches of skin.