Cyra Zylvan - Lecture Hall - Monday Night

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It wasn't until the girl had slipped into the hallway that breath exploded from Cyra's lungs, and she staggered a little. She had been so nervous about what the girl's response would be, and the relief that she wasn't going to push the subject was palpable. Sure, now Cyra had to deal with her sleeping [u]in[/u] the room with her, but that was managable. 

By the time the girl returned, Cyra had already changed and was deeply cocooned inside her sleeping bag, hidden behind one of the desks. Not even her head was visible, the edge of the bag pulled low over her face. 

She peered out as the girl carried her things to the center of the floor and lay them out in silence. It still bothered her that the girl cared so much. Nova, she said her name was. Cyra blushed again and buried her face in the crook of her arm, then sighed to herself and crawled out. 

As she padded over to kneel beside the resting girl, she shivered slightly. This would be the least amount of layers she had ever worn with someone other than her mother. A sweatshirt, sweatpants, and her scarf wrapped around her neck. "It's... it's nice to meet you Nova," she whispered, "I'm Cyra. Thank you."

She ducked her head as the other girl turned to look at her for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Cyra. Good night."

Cyra crept back to her sleeping bag, a pleasant sense of warmth blooming in her chest and colouring her cheeks. As she nestled down, her mind drifted back many years, when her mother would come home late, and Cyra would stay up waiting for her, just so she could sing her to sleep. 

Closing her eyes, Cyra hummed that same old tune.