She vanished behind the half-wall. He wondered what she was doing there. Talking to the guard? Or was she just patiently waiting for him to finish? He began to feel slightly guilty—here he was taking a leisurely soak in a hot tub, and she was stuck there waiting for him. He felt less bothered by the guard—it was, after all, the guard’s job—but Lyra had spent all day with him yesterday, and all night, too, waiting at his bedside.