Her concerns are quickly and summarily dismissed - not unkindly, but firmly, as though the notion of Lyra being a pest or a burden truly never occurred to Noah. Still, she is hesitant to accept the offer until the notion of testing her shift further is mentioned. At that, she stills, turning the invitation over in her mind. She gets the sense that Noah isn't simply being polite, but is genuinely welcoming her to the hunt.
She glances over the table again. "Will you be hunting in one of your shifts?" she asks, tilting her head to the side as bright blue eyes find his. If he answers in the affirmative, Lyra's gaze flicks back to the assorted tools as she asks, "Why pack so much for a shifted hunt?" She suspects that the answer has to do with preparedness - gods knew she would probably do the same - but it never hurts to confirm her assumptions.
She glances over the table again. "Will you be hunting in one of your shifts?" she asks, tilting her head to the side as bright blue eyes find his. If he answers in the affirmative, Lyra's gaze flicks back to the assorted tools as she asks, "Why pack so much for a shifted hunt?" She suspects that the answer has to do with preparedness - gods knew she would probably do the same - but it never hurts to confirm her assumptions.
lyra
Who could ever leave me darling... but who could stay?
