Lyra's POVBy the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine.Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face.“Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?”“Of course.”I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece.“She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.”“She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion and ove
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