Pythias Sai

“You must be tired,” he said to her calmly, extending his hand toward her as he ushered her into another part of the rather large hut, sectioned off by transparent linen curtains, where a single bed was.

Lyra took his hand with a smile, she was indeed tired and her feet ached terribly. She sat on the soft bed and took off her shoes - boots she had stolen before fleeing from Ryder.

“Thank you.” she said in a weak voice as she laid herself down on the bed, and sleep took over her in minutes.

Pythias smiled and walked out of the section, drawing the curtains close. He set down his staff so that it leaned against the table and took a seat, he had his attention on Lyra, watching the Khione girl sleep peacefully on his bed.

On his bed. In a hut hidden in the mountains and inaccessible to anyone but himself.

He could not believe the coincidence, the gods had sent her to him, placed her right into his hands, and he didn’t even need to go through the struggle and stress of facing off with Ryde