Lyra
Amazing how life turns out
The way that it does
The way that it does
Lyra moves out of the way for Jude to enter awkwardly, and he's polite enough to take off his coat and shoes at the front door. That was one thing she remembered about babysitting him all those years ago: he'd had great manners, even then, and had never been one to cause trouble. She leads the way through the house into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "Oh, just some rosehip. Here, come sit down."
She gestures to the kitchen island, then begins to bustle about the kitchen, gathering two mugs and pouring a healthy helping of tea for each of them. She sets honey and sugar in easy reach, in case Jude wants to sweeten it, and finally leans against the counter opposite him, holding her mug in her hands.
"So... what can I help you with?" she asks, looking at the young man with motherly concern. She can't think of anything that should have brought Jude to her doorstep, of all places, though of course she's happy to help if she can.
She gestures to the kitchen island, then begins to bustle about the kitchen, gathering two mugs and pouring a healthy helping of tea for each of them. She sets honey and sugar in easy reach, in case Jude wants to sweeten it, and finally leans against the counter opposite him, holding her mug in her hands.
"So... what can I help you with?" she asks, looking at the young man with motherly concern. She can't think of anything that should have brought Jude to her doorstep, of all places, though of course she's happy to help if she can.
We end up hurting the worst
The only ones we really love
The only ones we really love
