Later on they had a quiet dinner just the two of them, Lyra swung her feet under the table where her feet did not meet the floor since she was too short.

Marisa was in the middle of explaining to Lyra that she could not have her new stuffed panserbjørn bear plush toy at the table with them which resulted in a frown.

They were served lemon crusted chicken with vegetables, the chicken of which Lyra had trouble only for Lyra to pout before one of the staff cut it up small for her and then returned her plate.

As they sat in peace with a silence stretching the volume of the entire flat, Marisa was itching to have Lyra talk. Marisa having not known the simplest things about her daughter, such as her clothing size struck a nerve inside of her.

So, Marisa attempted conversation with Lyra asking her questions ranging from her favorite things to do all the way to pretty much everything she missed for the last five years.

Lyra didn't say much, still not comfortable with Marisa. Lyra did almost open up about a memory between her and her father.

"One time he caught me playing in the clay-" That was all Lyra said as her expression turned from smiling upon the memory to a sullen expression before looking back down at her plate.

After seeing Lyra's expression fall, Marisa saw the opportunity to change the subject eager to shift it away from talks of Asriel.

"Lyra, I wish to get to know you better. What are the most important things to know?" Marisa's eyes flashed with desire as she wanted answers, she smiled towards Lyra who was raising her fork to eat a piece of chicken. Lyra chewed the piece of chicken quickly in order to answer Marisa, Lyra put down her fork.

"Nothing to say really" Lyra shrugged the question off, not knowing how to respond or what to say.

Marisa was not used to someone brushing her off so easily, most people would hang onto her in conversation or would jump at the opportunity to talk about themselves. Lyra was different, she was interesting.

"Well there must be something"

Marisa's eyes flashed as she playfully attempted to get Lyra to smile, which worked as Lyra smiled towards her. Lyra's demeanor eased as she noticed Marisa's comforting, smiling face as she looked towards her.

"I like to climb"

Marisa beamed when Lyra spoke, delighted to learn anything about Lyra. "There we go, how exciting. I do hope you are being safe when you climb"

"I usually am, however this one time I was climbing on the roofs at Jordan and slipped off the side. I hit my head quite badly. The master was in stitches after I got hurt"

Marisa's face bore concern over the previous event, she gripped her daemon under the table by the scruff of the neck in her anger that her child was allowed to run wild and free around the college. Where no one was watching, she easily got hurt and no one was around to stop her. She wasn't around, she couldn't; all because of Asriel. Her anger surrounded her internally festering with guilt and frustration that Asriel allowed this to happen.

"I was alright and I'm careful now"

Marisa snapped her head back towards Lyra as the girl reassured. Lyra had noticed the shift in Marisa even though she attempted to hide her anger of Lyra getting injured while in the college's care, she still saw it upon Marisa's face.

"Well, I am glad you were alright" Marisa softly smiled reassuringly towards Lyra who's shoulders relaxed as Marisa let go of the scruff of her daemon's neck; smiling towards Lyra.

It was quiet and calm after that, as they finished dinner.

"Why don't we get you all settled into your room?"

Marisa stood from the dining table, with a soft look upon her face as she watched Lyra follow her lead by attempting to push her chair away from the table since her feet did not reach the ground per her height.

Marisa without even thinking much reached Lyra, pulled out her chair and took her hands into her own as the girl jumped down to the ground happily.

Lyra smiled at Marisa's actions as little by little she was emerging out of her shell around the woman. Lyra liked Marisa, she played with her and hadn't yelled like Mrs. Lonsdale usually did when she was caught playing around Jordan. Asriel never really had the time for her recently, they used to spend time together however that changed in the past two years.

However Lyra still remembers that Marisa hadn't wanted her to begin with; perhaps she changed her mind? Lyra secretly hoped.

Lyra and Marisa first went back to the living room to retrieve Lyra's rucksack, which Lyra quickly reached for before Marisa as she held the rucksack close to herself protectively.

Lyra followed Marisa towards the bedroom they were in earlier, where the staff had finished putting Lyra's new clothes away inside the dresser and closet.

Lyra entered first as she reached the desk within the bedroom, placing her rucksack upon it. Marisa entered behind the girl watching her as she did so, staying by the entrance to the room not knowing what to do or say.

Marisa noticed one box had been left to be put away, she reached for it on top of the dresser pulling the white ribbon from the top and opening the box. Revealing one of Lyra's dresses and her socks, Marisa noticed as she lifted one of the socks up to put them away how tiny they appeared.

Bringing to the forefront of her mind how young Lyra is, as well as the last time she handled her daughter's clothes. Which was when she had just been changed after being born. Five years, gone.

Lyra opened her rucksack before she then reached in and pulled out the book they had been talking about earlier, she placed it on the desk. Lyra then reached in once more pulling out some more children's books and her journal which were laid upon a soft cotton material poking out of the rucksack.

Lyra took her books and journal and stacked them in the corner upon the desk in a pile, before she remembered she left her stuffed panserbjørn bear plush toy that Marisa got for her in the living room.

Lyra's eyes widened as if she committed a travesty forgetting the bear, she then began to run off catching Marisa off guard as she was surprised as the girl began to run out of the room.

"Lyra?"

Marisa watched as the little girl raced out of the bedroom past her from where she had been standing near the desk. Hearing Lyra inside she turned once more towards the desk where Lyra had just been in effort to help her unpack after she finished putting Lyra's socks inside one of the dresser drawers. Marisa couldn't however be curious on why Lyra was so protective and guarded with the rucksack, the golden monkey shifted his eyes towards her then to the rucksack.

Marisa smoothed her dress, before tucking some hair away from her own face before making her way over to the desk and the rucksack. Marisa shifted the rucksack a bit removing some children's drawing's and various papers from inside that Lyra must have drawn from the sight of them.

Then she noticed something that made her whole body freeze, as she was then transported back in time. Marisa with a soft slightly shaking hand reached for the white soft thin cotton blanket peeking out of the rucksack slightly in view.

Marisa nearly trembled as she lightly touched the blanket, as memories assaulted her tears began to form within her eyes which she fought strongly to withhold.

Marisa then slowly pulled the blanket from the confines of the rucksack, then lifted it up in front of her getting a full view. Marisa then suppressed a near sob as she then leaned back from the desk holding the blanket within her hands to sit upon the edge of Lyra's bed. The blanket now lowered to her lap, as she nearly collapsed with suppressed feelings.

It was Lyra's baby blanket, the very same one she had purchased and picked out all those years ago. The very same one, Lyra's had been wrapped in when she had been born. The very same blanket, Lyra had when Asriel took her away and brought her to Jordan College.

Lyra had kept it, all these years. Close to her.

Marisa took a sharp breath as she moved her hand along the cotton soft fabric, as her daemon peered over her lap with a sullen longing expression. He reached out a hand towards the blanket only to be lightly slapped away, Marisa had no strength at the moment to be aggressive towards him. He turned slightly away pouting while still glancing towards her and the blanket.

Lyra had a piece of her all along, Marisa had long forgotten about the blanket until now expecting it to have been lost or forgotten as Lyra's connection to her had been severed.

Marisa's gaze then raised from her memories at the sound of little feet quickly approaching the bedroom making noise upon the marble flooring. Lyra entered the room seeing Marisa upon the bed, she had her stuffed panserbjørn bear plush toy raised in the air above her head like a prize with victory upon her face and a smile a mile wide.

Marisa was then pulled from the blanket to Lyra, her sweet adorable dimpled smile as she held the stuffed panserbjørn bear; she smiled towards her daughter as her eyes hid their previous pain as if washed away.

Marisa, noticing Lyra and the stuffed bear smiled playfully greeting her.

"There you are"

Lyra came over Marisa's side happily with her stuffed bear in her hands, Lyra's then attempted to climb upon the bed to sit beside Marisa. Lyra moaned and struggled in attempts to climb upon the bed, Marisa not wishing the girl to put her shoes upon the clean bed rushed to scoop Lyra up.

Marisa hoisted Lyra up by under her little arms onto the bed, before depositing her upon it beside her to sit. Marisa shifted and moved the blanket a little bit off to the side for Lyra to sit, only for Lyra to notice it right away.

"That's my blanket" Lyra reached for pulling it close to her, and then tucked it away from view as if to hide it with an embarrassed expression.

"Wait"

Marisa stilled Lyra's hands from attempts to hide the blanket not wishing to take her gaze off of it.

Marisa took the blanket back into her own hands gently touching it as a sacred item, admiring it with what one might suspect as affection.

"This blanket, I gave this to you when you were born. You kept it?"

Marisa held her gaze into Lyra's eyes, which softened as Lyra thought of her blanket.

Lyra just nodded her head with a small smile, as she gripped the blanket in one of her hands while it laid upon Marisa's lap. Marisa felt a warmth within her chest, Marisa placed her hand over her daughter's with a warm expression.

The two having a moment sat in silence.

Marisa brushing off her feelings realizing the situation has turned sentimental, she stood straightening her dress.

"I have some research to put away"

Marisa breathed out sighing as she softly smiled towards Lyra, she then quickly ran her fingers through Lyra's hair before she lowered her hand walking to leave the room.

Lyra then looked towards Marisa with a searching curious gaze, as if contemplating something.

"I almost forgot something"

Lyra then let go of her blanket and slid off the edge of the bed before going over to the desk once more where her rucksack laid. Lyra reached inside and pulled out a medium sized object that Marisa could not really see. Lyra avoided Marisa's gaze as she gripped the object in her hands clutching it to her chest, she approached Marisa.

Lyra looked up towards the woman with innocent hopeful nervous eyes.

"This is for you"

Lyra then held out a leather bound photogram album tied shut with a leather matching strap.

Marisa reached out steady hands, as she gazed upon the photogram album with curious eyes wondering what Lyra was really giving her.

"These are photograms of me, I wondered if….if you may want to have it?"

Lyra spoke delicately afraid of rejection, Marisa had been nice and kind towards her, including her in sentences as if they were a unit rather than separate. She let her stay with her, not casting her out like Lyra feared when she first arrived.

Lyra did not see the woman's expression, as she glanced towards her shoes in nervousness. Pan curled behind her shoes peering cautiously towards the golden monkey who was bent down as if to be at Pan height looking to Pan with awe in his eyes.

"I do"

Lyra looked up towards her in surprise as her shoulders relaxed, she breathed out as her heart felt warmth. Lyra softly smiled as she presented the photogram album towards Marisa who took it with gentle hands.

Marisa gazed upon the album as if it was the greatest possession in the world, she expertly hid her emotions as she only smiled an appreciative smile as she took it from Lyra.

"Thank you, Lyra…..Why don't you play for a bit and get settled, I'll come retrieve you for a bath within an hour before bed"

Lyra smiled shyly before her and Pan turned around towards her blanket and her stuffed panserbjørn bear, Lyra picked up her bear as Marisa smiled towards her before she looked to the marble flooring as she left the little girl's room.

As Marisa turned the corner out of Lyra's sight she brushed her hand along the front of the photogram album with desire and longing to see inside of it. The golden monkey then stepped in front of her, drawing her gaze from the photogram album.

Marisa was then reminded of her research notes that needed to be organized, she grabbed them organizing them within their folder before making strides towards her study while glancing into Lyra's room to see her sitting upon the floor playing with her stuffed panserbjørn bear and her daemon.

Marisa silently tilting her head watched the girl contentedly play with her new plush toy and her daemon, innocent in nature. The moment something she would have never thought she would see, Marisa tucked her bottom lip inward as she turned to walk towards her study.

Marisa clutched her research notes along with the photogram album which was medium in size as well as slightly hefty. She gently placed it upon her study desk, while she put away her research in their locked drawer hidden from prying eyes.

As Marisa tidied up her desk she tossed down the drawer keys evidently near where she placed the photogram album, her eyes landed on it once more.

As Marisa glanced towards her open study door the golden monkey jumped up to the desks level landing upon the desk chair, she looked towards Lyra's bedroom to see the light illuminating the hallway as well as heard Lyra's little voice talking to her daemon.

Marisa's fingers glided to the cover of the leather bound photogram album, as she contemplated opening it and taking a look. A multitude of thoughts and emotions entered her as she stared at it in thought.

Perhaps she only took a look for a second, just one photogram.

The golden monkey jumped upon the desk to distract Marisa giving her a look as to remind her that there were more important things to deal with.

Such as checking her itinerary for the week and how she now had to adjust meetings and events accordingly in order to care for Lyra now.

Marisa was then reminded she had a meeting over tea downtown tomorrow, that she simply had to attend for she could not get out of it. It would look as if she snubbed Mrs. Davis, who happened to be an influence tied to the magisterium and a potential investor for her research.

They had to go, she would have to take Lyra along. Hopefully she would find the girl charming and it would work within Marisa's favor.

The golden monkey smirked at Marisa's thoughts as he wiped his tail against her hand, pleased.

Marisa made some marks within her calendar with a gold fountain pen, reminders to send letters out to future meetings and social engagements announcing she may not be able to attend per her new arrangement.

Once Marisa finished, she made her way to her own bedroom to change into one of her nightgowns for the night. It was her blue full length nightgown, she also took the photogram album with her placing it down on her bedside table before turning on the lamps.

Marisa turned down the covers and sheets to her bed, before she then turned towards the corridor once more to get the bath ready and check upon Lyra.

Marisa paused within the doorway of Lyra's bedroom, seeing Lyra laid upon the floor with her plush toy with her daemon where she had last seen her.

"Lyra?"

"Hmm?" Lyra turned her head which was held up in her hands towards Marisa who was leaning in the doorway.

"It's time for your bath"

Lyra attempted to not make a sour expression, not really wishing to take a bath. It was her least favorite thing to do, Mrs. Lonsdale would scrub her hair hard each time and the water was near scalding hot. The woman seemed to believe Lyra would always be covered in thick clay and or mud each time she took a bath so she would keep it hot.

Lyra ditested baths with a vengeance, as Marisa announced this Pan ducked under the bed as if to hide peeking out in nervousness. He gave Lyra a look as if to agree with her, they didn't know how a bath would be here.

The golden monkey eyed Lyra and Pan through narrowed calculating eyes as they observed Lyra and Pan's demeanor. Marisa seeing Lyra and her daemon's apprehension and hesitation, stared Lyra down challengingly. Marisa held out her hand for the girl, beckoning her over.

"Lyra"

Lyra at the sight of Marisa's expression and tone of voice slowly got up from the floor, with her head down as she insecurly made her way towards Marisa who cliply smiled pleased the girl obeyed.

The golden monkey threw Marisa a look as if to question Lyra's hesitation to their order of a bath, Lyra was a child after all there would be disobedience.

The golden monkey chided, expressing to Marisa that the child would be a challenge.

Marisa was pulled from her own daemon by Lyra reaching her side to follow her to the restroom for the bath. The closeness took Marisa by surprise, especially when she found herself slipping her hand upon Lyra's shoulder guiding her to the restroom.

Marisa and Lyra entered the restroom turning on the anbaric light, before Marisa reached the bathtub turning on the water adjusting the temperature so it wasn't too hot for Lyra plugging the tub so it filled. She then reached into the cupboard for the bubble bath which was in a glass bottle, she poured a good amount into the water before lifting the bottle and capping it and placing it back into the cupboard.

Marisa then pulled one of the lounge stools over from the window over to the edge of the back of the tub. Lyra stood there dreading the bath, however she was tired and did not know Marisa much to openly protest.

Marisa then went to enter Lyra's bedroom once more, Lyra didn't follow her not knowing what to say or do. Usually Mrs. Lonsdale did the same, fussing to set up the bath for Lyra.

Lyra in the meantime watched the bubbles form within the water, surprised there were bubbles, usually in her regular baths there was only soapy water along with a scratchy washcloth that scraped Lyra's skin harshly.

Pan jumped onto the rim of the bathtub as Lyra watched the bubbles rise and form rising within the water, Lyra was beginning to get excited at the sight of the bubbles.

Marisa reached into Lyra's dresser retrieving a set of silk pajamas and undergarment for her, folding them neatly before going into the restroom once more placing them along with a giant fluffy towel off to the side on the other lounge stool by the window.

Marisa then sighed turning towards Lyra who was leaning on the edge of the bathtub watching the bubbles with fascination along with her daemon. Lyra's daemon was an white ermine on the rim of the bathtub next to Lyra wagging with excitement towards the bubbles.

"Alright, let's get you clean"

Marisa came over to Lyra who moved away from the tub to listen to Marisa, she made motions for Lyra to get undressed which when Lyra did so Marisa turned away along with the golden monkey to give the girl some privacy.

When Lyra went to lift her dress over her head, she groaned with frustration as she got stuck Marisa peeked slightly at the noise to see Lyra struggling. She then reached over to Lyra and helped free her little head from the dress, before taking it and folding it up and placing it upon the lounge stool away from Lyra's clean pajamas.

Lyra turned towards the bathtub with concern noticing it's height and her lack of, trying to determine how to get into the tub. Lyra went to reach for the edge only for Marisa to notice the girl was going to attempt to enter the high up bathtub.

"Right, up you get"

Marisa then lifted Lyra up under the girl's arms before attempting to place her safely into the water. Only for Lyra to screech out in anxiety afraid the water would be scalding hot, Lyra clung to Marisa afraid and apprehensive.

"What's the matter?"

Marisa was frustrated at the child for stopping her, it gave her a slight fright not expecting Lyra to have a reaction.

"The water, is it hot?"

Lyra asked in a small unsure voice, glancing hesitantly towards the bubble filled water.

Marisa then chuckled softly shaking her head, her hair moving with her.

"No, it is just right"

She reassured Lyra who debated it as Marisa then set her gently down into the nice warm water.

Lyra relaxed and smiled softly as Marisa had told the truth about the water, it wasn't scalding hot like Mrs. Lonsdale made her baths. Lyra settled into the water happily, it was warm not hot and there were oh so many bubbles.

Lyra was happy as she began to play with the bubbles and foam within the water, the bath smelled so nice, similar to a clean scent with a hint of flowers. It was comforting, the scent soothed her as she pushed the bubbles around the tub.

"I never had a bubble bath before!"

Lyra cried out in happiness towards Marisa.

Marisa smiled in response as she then sat upon the lounge stool placed at the edge of the bathtub, she looked towards Lyra to see her playing happily within and around the bubbles. Marisa was fascinated as Lyra was happy and transfixed simply at the sight and touch of the bubbles; such a simple thing.

Marisa then cupped some water into her hands to wet the back of Lyra's hair, Lyra let her. Not even noticing as she continued to play with the bubbles. Lyra then began to make little splashes which made Marisa tense, hoping the girl did not begin to splash big splashes. Lyra's daemon then shifted into a goldfish jumping into the bath happily excited to swim around and play with Lyra.

Marisa pretended not to notice the innocence of Lyra playing within the bath, she smiled softly as Lyra let her bathe her and wash her hair. To Lyra it felt natural, noticing right away how different Marisa was in comparison to Mrs. Lonsdale.

She made sure the water was just the right temperature. She put bubbles in the bath, which excited Lyra for she never had a bubble bath before. Mrs. Lonsdale would yank and pull Lyra's hair, attempting to wash it scrubbing away harshly. Mrs. Lonsdale was nice to Lyra, don't be mistaken however she wasn't like Marisa with Lyra.

Marisa was gentle.

Marisa ran her fingers through Lyra's hair washing it with the soap, thoroughly cleaning Lyra's hair delicately. She took her time as she smiled softly towards Lyra, who leaned into her touch as it comforted her.

Marisa ran her fingers on Lyra's head, smoothing out a strand of Lyra's hair with her finger tucking it behind Lyra's ear as her mind ran away from her. This was her child and she was a mother, there was a stirring within her heart that made her feel light.

Marisa then rinsed water over Lyra's head, luckily avoiding the little one's eyes, as she placed her hand to cover them to protect Lyra from the soap.

Lyra finished her bath, almost sad upon being finished not wishing to part from the precious fun bubbles within the bathtub. Lyra did not put up a fight or show much displeasement after the bath, for it had been very soothing and made her feel sleepy.

Marisa had lifted Lyra from the bathtub gently placing her down upon her feet, before quickly reaching for the giant soft fluffy towel. She then wrapped Lyra completely in it, which blanketed Lyra's entirely only showing her little face peeking out. Lyra hugged the blanket feeling the cool air now hit her, she snuggled into it for warmth.

Lyra sniffed through the water that was on her face, Marisa reached to help gently dry and rub Lyra's face of water. As Lyra hugged the giant blanket, Marisa went and retrieved Lyra's pajamas from the other lounge stool near the window.

Lyra hid within the giant fluffy towel for warmth hiding her face, Pan huddled underneath near her feet. Marisa then noticed the lack of Lyra's face, so she then reached to pull back the towel to see her. Lyra sleepily had cold air hit her face as Marisa revealed it, Lyra just stood there tired just wishing for bed. Marisa only looked at her with a charming expression before helping Lyra gently dry her hair with the towel before helping her into her brand new pajamas.

Lyra followed her lead putting on her undergarments before stepping into the pajama pants. Lyra rubbed her nose which itched as Marisa then helped button up Lyra's pajama top carefully buttoning each button. Marisa smiled at the sight of Lyra in her new pajamas having proudly picked them out in the clothes shop earlier that day.

Lyra was softly smiling through sleepy eyes, as she found the pajamas to be really comfortable making her even more tired than she already was. Lyra rubbed her eye sleepily with a closed fist, as Pan leaned on her leg.

Afterwards Marisa set Lyra upon her lap as she quickly brushed through Lyra's hair with her hairbrush, taking care of Lyra as the girl was sleepy she did not react much near falling asleep. Lyra leaned against Marisa as she brushed her hair, Marisa was careful not to tug upon Lyra's hair much as to not disturb her.

As she brushed, Marisa was shocked as Lyra's daemon leaned against Marisa near falling over asleep only before leaning on her like Lyra before quickly awaking at the touch. Lyra awoke as well attempting to stay awake, running one finger over her right eye.

Marisa finished just then, she put everything away in the restroom cleaning up before escorting Lyra towards her bedroom as if the little girl would not remember where it was located. Even if she did, Marisa still guided her to the bedroom.

Lyra grabbed her blanket from the edge of the bed quickly sliding it under one of the pillows as if to hide it from Marisa, she was slightly embarrassed by the blanket even though Marisa already knew about it.

Lyra was eager to jump into the bed, Marisa quickly pulled back the sheets and covers properly before Lyra jumped all over the place. Lyra waited for Marisa to finish turning down the bed, she placed the pillows comfortingly for Lyra. Marisa then realised how small Lyra was in comparison to the bed so she placed a pillow on each end of the bed sides as if to deter Lyra from accidentally falling out in her sleep.

Lyra seeing Marisa was finished after having the woman glance towards her, she sleepily climbed into the giant bed sliding under the incredibly soft covers. Happy and content from the bath, sleepy from the exhausting day she had.

Lyra laid back into the bed near falling into sleep then and there, only to have Marisa carefully cover Lyra with the covers tucking her in making sure she was comfortable and safe from falling out. Lyra looked towards her mother, as she tucked her in feeling safe for the first time in a while. Her mother was tucking her into bed, she took care of her. She told her she was happy Lyra was with her in the shop.

Perhaps her mother did care for her after all, unlike her father wrote about her in his letters.

Marisa stood at the edge of the bed staring at the little girl tucked within the giant bed and covers, seeing the innocent face she gazed upon earlier in the day carrying Lyra home from the shop.

The same face, she remembered all those years ago.

"Goodnight"

Lyra's soft light whisper broke her thoughts and feelings as she was brought back into the moment. Marisa then simply smiled a light warm smile towards Lyra, as she looked towards her child who sleepily smiled toward her; making direct eye contact. Pan curled upon the pillow and covers right next to Lyra content.

She was still in disbelief that her daughter was in her flat; with her.

She was here, they were together.

"Goodnight"

Marisa spoke softly with care, as Lyra nodded and snuggled into her covers quickly falling asleep as Marisa turned to turn off the lamp next to Lyra's bed.

Marisa looked down sheepishly as she then made steps towards the door, the golden monkey already in the doorway patiently waiting.

She lingered for a moment longer seeing Lyra's chest rising and falling with her breathing before she bowed out of the room slightly closing the bedroom door leaving it open just a little bit.

Marisa then retreated to her own bedroom for the night her thoughts running away from her, mainly how this little girl. This child, her child could invoke such feelings inside of her.

The golden monkey leaped onto the bed as Marisa slowly lowered herself back onto and into her own bed half under the covers, turning on the lamp next to her bed. As she did so her eyes landed upon the photogram album she had placed on her night table earlier.

Marisa tentatively reached out her hands to the album, she delicately placed the album upon her lap directly in front of her. In the privacy of her bedroom, and with everything handled she mustered up the courage to take a look.

Marisa quickly made haste with shaking hands as she untied the thin leather strap that kept it shut, she then opened the cover of the album.

Only to reveal a photogram of a newborn Lyra being held by Asriel in his arms, he held a proud smile upon his face as he looked at baby Lyra with such pride within his eyes.

Marisa was hit with instant emotions of guilt, anger, frustration and heartache as she gazed upon the very baby she held when born. Her baby.

Asriel holding her contentedly with warmth in his eyes, the same warmth he held towards her oh so long ago.

It was too much.

Marisa carefully closed the album placing it on the corner of her bedside table slightly away, as she sat within her thoughts and feelings.

Marisa then turned off the anbaric lamp for the night and leaned back into her sheets as she sighed sullenly towards her bedroom doorway filled with thoughts of Lyra.