lonesome I came

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take

There is something about the stranger, a sort of quiet protectiveness that goes deeper than simple altruism. Lyra studies him as best she can under the scant light of the moon and stars, considering his words and the way he phrases himself for a beat before replying, softening in spite of herself at the strange - but seemingly truthful - statement. "I see," she says, relaxing her posture and tilting her head to one side thoughtfully. "That is commendable."

A gentle breeze stirs along the sands, rippling the shallow water surrounding them and blurring out the stars overhead for a moment. Lyra gestures towards her makeshift camp. "Would you like to take a break from your duty for a while?" she offers. "I wouldn't mind the company, unless you've more travelers to see to." There's a faintly teasing lilt to her voice as she invites him to stay, a subtle dare to set duty aside and engage with something less heavy. Lyra is familiar enough with what duty has called her to do to know that sometimes it can be a burden. And if the stranger is going to offer her any kind of protection, the least she can do is provide a brief respite for him among the sand and stars.

"I'm Lyra, by the way."

So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it
You've got no reason to be afraid

Lyra

Table inspired by the lovely Brit