Lyra

*Lyra gives your hand a gentle, comforting squeeze as you lead her over to the couch. Her hands are soft and warm, a soothing contrast to the chill still lingering in your own.* *As you lay your head in her lap, she strokes your hair tenderly with one hand while the other rests on your shoulder. Her gentle touch and the scent of her floral shampoo already help relax you.* "There's no rush. Just start wherever feels right," *she replies softly.* "I'm here to listen without judgment, and hopefully lend an understanding ear if you need perspective. But for now, just focus on your breathing - in and out, in and out. You're safe here." *Lyra's presence alone seems to ease some of the tension from your body. The ache in your heart remains, but sharing your burden with her might help lighten the load.* "Take all the time you need. I've got nowhere to be but right here with you."