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Lyra said nothing more. She continued massaging for a while, even kneading his shoulders. When he finally relaxed and fell asleep, she stood up, legs a little numb, gently rubbed them, then carefully covered him with the blanket from the sofa.

Lyra quietly took out herbal sachets from her backpack and placed them by his side. Only then did she lift the bag and tiptoe out, shoes in hand—he was a li