Chapter 15. Angry Rooster. No Entry

"Lucas, be careful!" A green puff of smoke hit Lyra in the face, leaving her without a sense of smell for the rest of the day.

"What's wrong with you today?" Lyra asked Lucas.

They had been brewing a salve in the house's basement for two hours. Lucas kept spilling boiling water on it, mixing up the herbs, or disappearing altogether.

"I don't feel well," he admitted.

Lyra stopped stirring the brew, causing it to boil threateningly.

"Is that even possible?" Lyra was surprised. "Can spirits feel unwell?" She approached him closely, looking through his aura, trying to see issues.

"I don't see anything serious. Perhaps your connection to your shell is unstable," she started pacing back and forth. "Maybe it's because of last night's outing? Hypothetically, frequent changes of shape could have affected you?"

"I haven't changed my form in a