Lyra inched closer to it, and the smell of scorched iron and oil hit her, telling her everything there was to know. She had learned to live without sight very long ago, but today she was going to try something else.
"Oh! Lady Lyra… why are you here…? If you need something, you can ask. I will deliver it to your place."
Concerned for her safety, Zola quickly moved and grabbed her hand.
"No… no need for that. I'm waiting for someone here."
With that, Lyra silently moved away. She had counted eleven paces from the door and noted the change in the floor beneath her sandals. The packed sand changed to a worn stone slab near the anvil.
"You will be staying here… my lady?" Zeno asked, and Lyra nodded without saying another word.
Being in the presence of someone made it awkward for him to do his work, but he quickly shook it off.
After the incident, it wasn't the first time someone had watched his movements, and at this point, Zeno had gotten rather familiar with it.
