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“Lyra, worried.” Taking Ioder’s offered hand with both of hers, she held his close to her chest. Her gaze dropped, worry plain and clear in her eyes--she had never been good at hiding her emotions. “Ioder, working hard. But... too much... rest, please?”
The workload will still be here when he wakes, yes, but... at least he would have sleep... “Lyra wants... to help. Please. For Ioder.”












