Lyra wasn't appreciating the persistent probing, and the weight of his scrutiny was beginning to wear her down. [i]What does he want from me, my whole damn life story? It all started when I was born...[/i] She wanted to throw her hands up in defeat, but chose to just ignore his persistence. 

The sound of rushing water grew louder as they came to cross the river, its soothing melody crashing through the tension that hung between them. [i]Why did I tell him all of that, anyway?[/i] Lyra's eyes flickered back to Finrod's face. There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, a mirror of her own uncertainties, that gave her pause. 

"We should keep going... We are close," he said, his voice breaking through her thoughts, his attempt to change the subject not lost on her. [i]He's hiding something too,[/i] Lyra confirmed to herself, a flicker of understanding passing between them. 

"Right," she replied simply, her tone guarded as she fell into step beside him once more.