Chapter 93
Chapter 93 The Spirit Animals’ Silent Devotion
The doctor stiffened and hurried to follow after the dhole.
Who exactly is the human here?
The rest of the spirit animals gathered gently around Lyra, their eyes fixed cautiously on her injured, outstretched foot.
None dared draw too close, terrified of bumping her and worsening her pain.
Lyra smiled softly at their careful concern.
Knowing she could not speak, Arthur watched her worriedly and directed his question to the doctor instead. “How did she hurt herself p>
At the question, Lyra hung her head slightly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Looking back, the whole incident had been utterly humiliating.
The doctor stood tense, warily eyeing the betta and dhole lingering beside him.
“She was in too much of a hurry and fell down the stairs p>
Gideon frowned deeply. “Why didn’t you treat the injury right away p>
“I tried to get her to stop,” the doctor replied helplessly “But she was too worried about the Sentinel who’d passed out.
“I told her to wait for me, but she couldn’t leave her work unfinished. This stubborn girl insisted on coming back alone p>
The second he finished speaking, a low growl rumbled beside him.
He glanced down to see the dhole baring its teeth in clear displeasure.
The doctor fell speechless.
Hey, we’re on the same side here!
Don’t tell me you’ve already switched loyalty to this alien girl!
The lift reached the second floor. The dhole leaped out first, then shot the doctor a sharp, disdainful glare.
As if it would ever side with him.
Its only loyalty belonged to that kind, gentle girl.
Feeling the blatant contempt in its gaze, the doctor rolled his eyes in exasperation.
What a traitor!
Chapter 93 The Spint Animals Silent Devotion
A heavy silence settled over the cells.
None of the Sentinels had expected Lyra to care so deeply about Felix even after learning everything he’
done.
She’d hurt herself rushing back, yet still could not set it aside.
They should have seen this side of her long ago.
When she first arrived here, they’d teased her and spoken coldly to her, yet she’d never held it against them.
She’d wholeheartedly believed the silly notion that happy spirit animals meant stable Sentinels, and immediately let every spirit animal roam free to play.
Even when Rook had treated her horribly and fallen deep into mental corruption, she’d never kicked hir while he was down. She’d checked on him faithfully every single time.
She’d known Felix was unstable and would face severe punishment if she went in, yet she’d still opened h cell door without hesitation.
This pure, unwavering kindness and sense of responsibility were never reserved for one person alone. Anyone in need could count on her to step forward without a second thought.
Harlan’s quiet voice cut through the silence. “Don’t push yourself. Your health comes first.
“We can miss a few meals. It’s nothing p>
Rhys nodded firmly in agreement. “Exactly. Don’t overexert yourself p>
Lyra lifted her head and offered a faint, awkward smile.
From Cell 201, the long-absent hyena propped itself up and stared down at her silently.
Lyra noticed its gaze and lifted her brows slightly, greeting it with another warm, friendly smile.
The hyena’s eyes flickered. This time, it did not turn away in stubborn pride.
“Go get a full medical checkup soon,” Arthur urged gently. “Let the Black Spire affairs wait. Hadrien will handle everything p>
Lyra nodded obediently.
“Take it slower from now on,” Cedric added softly. “There’s no rush p>
Lyra looked up at him and nodded again.
Not a single one of them blamed her for being careless or reckless. All they offered was gentle reassurance, begging her to prioritize herself.
Lyra’s gaze fell, her fingers absently brushing the white bear’s head.
It sat faithfully beside her, its chin resting lightly on her uninjured leg, staring up at her with the in devoted eyes of a loyal puppy p>
Beneath the quiet, judgmental stares of the two spirit animals, the doctor finally finished his assigr
tasks.
He exhaled a long, relieved breath as if he’d escaped a nightmare.
“Alright, let’s head to the medical wing p>
Lyra forced a sheepish smile, then gestured behind him and wrote, “I still need to collect the meal containers and return them to the mess hall p>
The doctor turned around and was met abruptly with a pair of cold, piercing eyes.
A venomous snake with jet-black scales on its back and vivid crimson underbelly stared at hini, radi: palpable danger.
His vision nearly swam with dread.
It’s not over yet p>
“Fine. I’ll make one more run. Wait here for me.” He forced a strained smile.
Seated on the medical kit, Lyra bowed her head repeatedly, silently expressing her gratitude.
The doctor turned and trudged forward with heavy steps.
The spirit animals were far more perceptive than he’d expected. Sensing his nervousness and Lyra’s ur need for treatment, they voluntarily stepped in to help, determined to get her to the medical wing as so as possible.
The lynx and orca gently pushed the supply cart forward.
The white bear stood upright, catching empty meal containers passed down from the cell windows and stacking them neatly behind the cart.
The ferret hopped onto the cart and carefully rearranged each container in perfect order.
They moved in flawless, synchronized teamwork, operating with the smooth efficiency of a factory assembly line.
The doctor barely needed to lift a finger.
He stared in utter disbelief.
Just how well had Lyra trained these creatures p>
He glanced over at her in astonishment.
Lyra was equally stunned, watching the thoughtful, selfless spirit animals with bright, touched eyes.
3he was amazed not only by the spirit animals she knew well, but also by the strangers.
Asher’s bamboo viper, Marcel’s tiny spider, and even unfamiliar hawk and other avian spirit anim the upper floors had all stepped up to help without a single prompt.
Lyra pressed her lips tightly together, her heart swelling with gratitude for their kindness and consideration.
Thanks to the spirit animals’ collective effort, every meal container across both floors was collected stacked neatly, save for the ones belonging to Rook and Felix.
The doctor had done nothing more than operate the lift.
When they reached the final cell, he nodded toward Cell 221 and looked at Lyra questioningly.
“What about this one p>
Lyra hesitated briefly, then shook her head.
Like Rook, Felix was in no condition to eat conveniently right now. They both needed time to recove their own pace.
Seeing that, the doctor turned to push the cart back.
The spirit animals retreated silently to their respective Sentinels’ sides, their good deeds done withou seeking any recognition.
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.