432.Chapter 432

"Lyra." Ronan's voice came through the door, laced with concern—but he didn't barge in.

"It's okay. I just knocked something over while washing my hands," Lyra called back.

Thinking she was done, Ronan asked softly, "Mind if I come in?"

"Nope," Lyra replied.

When Ronan entered, he saw Lyra bending to pick something up. He knelt quickly to retrieve it and glanced at her. "Wanna wash your hands?"