damp earth below her feet
"At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are."
When Lyra finally reached them she noticed that both of the girls looked a little disturbed by her presence.
“I’m not a nurse, if you were wondering.” she said to win a little bit of their trust. Surely if they have been there for more than a day they would hate the nurses just as much as she did. “I’m… Lyra, I think.” she said with a little smile. It was nice to see somebody else besides the nurses and the doctors.
Vivian listened to the girl and breathed out a sigh or relief she hadn’t known she had been holding when the girl told them she wasn’t a nurse. She walked over to the girl and gestured for her to join them in the grass. ”I’m Vivian, at least that’s what was on my chart. How long have you been up?” She asked intrigued by the girl with the bright red hair.