Lyra POV

Get ready, and then we'll see York, Sonya encourages, and Lyra inhales slowly and deeply, turning the shower on while she brushes her teeth.

She lets the water run while she gargles her mouthwash, wrinkling her nose up at the intense mint flavor.

Hopping into the shower once she clips her hair up again, she resists the temptation to whack her head against the tiled wall and instead shaves her legs.

She scrubs her skin aggressively with a loofa, and she's bright pink by the time she emerges.

She frowns at the vividness of her skin and rolls her eyes irritably.

You are so grumpy today, Sonya mutters....