Lyra's gaze follows Noah's gesture to land on the table behind him. An assortment of tools and wrapped food lays neatly upon the furniture. Lyra takes an intrigued step forward, wondering if she can learn anything from what Noah is packing for whatever outing he is preparing for. "I've met Nova," she says, distracted as she takes in the various tools and makes a mental note to add some to her pack.
But then, at the invitation, her head snaps up, brows raising. "I'd love to, but I've never hunted before," she says. "Won't I just slow you down?" She says it matter-of-factly, without embarrassment. She may not be a huntress, but she knows that in search and rescue, having a tagalong can be the difference between life and death for someone. She doesn't want to be a burden, not with Halo's preparedness for winter hanging in the balance.
But then, at the invitation, her head snaps up, brows raising. "I'd love to, but I've never hunted before," she says. "Won't I just slow you down?" She says it matter-of-factly, without embarrassment. She may not be a huntress, but she knows that in search and rescue, having a tagalong can be the difference between life and death for someone. She doesn't want to be a burden, not with Halo's preparedness for winter hanging in the balance.
lyra
Who could ever leave me darling... but who could stay?
