We’re both girls, so why am I always so shy...?

After carefully inspecting the area a few times, Astrid looked up and noticed that Lyra's sky-blue eyes, once resolute, were now clouded with a faint mist.

Her pale cheeks had also taken on a soft crimson hue at some point.

"What's wrong with you?"

Was she feeling shy again, or was there something wrong with the potion?

Realizing that her actions might have been a bit too forward for a young girl, Astrid reached up and lightly touched her lips, her expression calm as she studied Lyra.

"...No, it's fine," Lyra whispered in response, the metal knee pad on her calf scraping faintly as she shifted.

Princess Astrid hadn't noticed... Is she easily embarrassed by this kind of behavior...?

Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, Lyra tried to steady her breathing and clear her mind of the lingering images from that brief glimpse.

But before she could fully calm herself, Astrid's next words struck her like a thunderclap.