Lyra sees the moment Noah bottles it all back up, shoving it into the dark recesses of his mind in order to make her more comfortable. Her brow creases in concern as she shakes her head. "No - I appreciate you telling me." It takes a lot, she knows, to open up, to be vulnerable, and to be gifted with that from Noah is something that she will cherish.
Still, he's quick to move on, and she's not keen to draw out his suffering. If doing this will make him feel better, then she's happy to contribute. She looks at the table and the supplies gathered there. "Sure, I can help." Lifting a few supplies in hand, she began to carefully sort them by weight, trying to distribute them evenly between packs. "It looks like packing for a hunt is similar to packing for search and rescue," she comments as she works. "A lot of the same things going into your packs."
Still, he's quick to move on, and she's not keen to draw out his suffering. If doing this will make him feel better, then she's happy to contribute. She looks at the table and the supplies gathered there. "Sure, I can help." Lifting a few supplies in hand, she began to carefully sort them by weight, trying to distribute them evenly between packs. "It looks like packing for a hunt is similar to packing for search and rescue," she comments as she works. "A lot of the same things going into your packs."
lyra
Who could ever leave me darling... but who could stay?
