lonesome I came

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

Recognition lights in the back of Lyra's mind, piecing together the strong sense of duty and the name Noah into the one-time demigod of Vi. Even without that title, though, he has a reputation as the Sentinel of the North - a name that has traveled all the way south to Torchline. But whatever guesses she has about his identity remain silent; everyone deserves a break from the world every once in a while, and since that is what Lyra has decided this is, she's not going to spoil it by pressing him for more than he is willing to give.

"Nice to meet you, Noah," she says instead, meeting his hand with her own in a firm grip. The breeze settles, and the water around them stills as they each find a comfortable spot to sit. Lyra checks that her ring is still firmly in place in the sight of the moon, then turns her attention back to Noah. "I have a quest from Safrin," she explains. "To make a healing ring I have stronger. I'm supposed to leave it out under the light of the full moon, and this was the first place I found that wasn't cloudy." She smiles, lighting up her eyes even in the dim light of the night. "As for why I'm doing it alone, I suppose I hadn't really thought about it. How about you?" she asks, turning the query around. "What brings you out here, aside from protecting the odd lone traveler?"

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