by TheMidnightOwl
They were only supposed to be there for a few hours, but the yacht doesn’t come back. At first it doesn’t feel like a big deal, just a bit too quiet, a bit too slow. Then the silence starts getting to them. Lyra isn’t used to being this alone, not without all the noise she normally hides in. Ren, on the other hand, acts like it’s nothing. They’re in the same place, stuck together, but it doesn’t really feel that way. And somewhere in all that quiet… things start to change, even if neither of them says it out loud.
