Re:Lyra-Starting Life in Another World (Re:Reader-Lyra Edition)

Chapter 66: The Endless Eight-Part 12

A/N: Here is the follow up to last week's chapter. 

Chapter 66: The Endless Eight – Part 12

Unlike the times Lyra had knowingly reentered her body before, each time she had, she'd been asleep, allowing her to gently ease in and make good sense of her position and the shock. It felt no different returning then it did waking up from a vivid dream.

Unfortunately though, Lyra found herself in the worst possible action to suddenly regain consciousness.

With ice cold water going down her throat, her first immediate feeling was the sensation of an immense thirst being quenched. The next however, was her mind naturally panicking at the sudden and unexpected sensation of water in an area where one also passes their breathing through.

Lyra: *Cough!* *Cough!*

Covering her mouth with her elbow, she recoiled from his body's reaction.

While also finding himself nearly dropping a glass of water that had just been held up to her mouth, Lyra quickly looked around where she was.

The tea room... I was right.

Next was that Lyra needed to gauge how long she'd been in the room. Taking a look at her own glass, the ice in the pitcher, and realizing she still had sweat on her brow, she deducted that must have been her first sip of the water Rem had left her, which meant—

Emilia: Lyra?

Like a silver chime, the voice of the mansion's most esteemed resident was heard by Lyra as she entered the tea room, just as she remembered her doing.

Stepping around the seating arrangement to see her, Emilia tilted her head.

Emilia: Oh, I thought I heard you coughing. I can see that you were. Is everything alright?

Lyra: Huh? Oh yeah. Uhh… I… just wasn't ready for how cold the water would be, is all. It's very refreshing.

Emilia: Oh. That's normal though, I guess.

Picking up the other glass that Rem has left for herself, Emilia felt for the temperature of the water herself.

Emilia: Hmmmmm... It doesn't really feel that cold for me...

Saying this, several large drops from the condensation on the outside of the glass she held fell to the table below. While she was reminded of Emilia's indifference to the cold, seeing she was about to take a drink, Lyra spoke up despite her disorientation still with her sudden return.

That's Rem's!

Lyra: E-Emilia!

Stopping before the glass met her lips, she tilted her head at Lyra's sudden outburst.

Lyra: Rem sat that one aside for herself... I can go get you a glass of your own, if you'd rather...

Emilia: O-Oh, how thoughtless of me... That would have been bad.

Forcing a smile at her failed attempt to casually converse with Lyra, Emilia tried to make more small talk, using the topic she had originally sought her out to discuss.

Sitting down opposite from Lyra, Emilia looked down at her hands as she rubbed them together in a nervous manner.

Emilia: So, what brings you into the tea room? I think I remember Ram saying she had to go tell you to finish up.

Lyra: Yeah, she did, but I refused since I wasn't done yet. But, Rem got my attention and said I should take a break.

Emilia: Oh. But then where did she go?