429.Chapter 429

Ronan listened as Lyra listed all her discomforts, then tapped her forehead helplessly. "Now you realize you're unwell?"

"You're still hitting me," Lyra murmured weakly, barely able to do more than roll her eyes at him.

'What a meanie,' Lyra thought. 'I'm already feeling so awful, and he still taps me on the head. When he was sick before, I had taken such good care of him.'

She shot Ronan a look,