[i]Did she try healing me just then? So she knows some Restoration Magic?![/i] Finrod thought, excited. Thinking back to the war, the last time he really used his magic at its fullest extent. Standing and continuing the short walk down to the camp site, Finrod sat down on a log near the rivers edge, motioning for Lyra to occupy the one next to him. 

"I know what you did up the hill... thank you" Finrod said with a smile. "So a fellow member of the magic arts!?" He asked with an excited tone. Finrod then, using his destruction magic lights the small camp fire with a spell. Almost in an attempt to show off. Trying to avoid the conversation they both know is to come, Finrod normally has an answer for everything... so not knowing what or why the visions were, is eating away at him. Glancing back at Lyra with a smile, the warmth of the fire feels good with paired up with the cool evening breeze.