Lyra listened intently as Finrod recounted his experience, her brow furrowing in confusion at the mention of The Blades and the Sky Haven Temple. "I'm not sure I've heard of those things before..." she admitted, embarassed by her lack of knowledge, "Could you... explain a bit more?" 

She couldn't help but feel disappointed that their visions weren't the same. She had hoped that perhaps they would have seen similar things, that it would provide some sort of clarify. But now, it all just felt even more confusing.[i] Why us? Why now?[/i]

Her gaze flickered up to meet Finrod's for a moment, noticing the tear that he quickly wiped away. She pretended not to notice, casting her eyes downward and feeling a wave of discomfort. It was clear that this man had been through a lot, and she felt a twinge of guilt for intruding on his life like this.

"I saw something different," she confessed finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Visions of my own past... a moonlit ruins that seemed to lead into a dungeon, and strange symbols that I didn't understand." She shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "I don't know what any of it means, but I was hoping... maybe our visions were connected somehow." 

She hesitated another moment, unsure of how to continue. But then, summoning her courage, she spoke again. "The voice in my vision... it told me that you are essential to my 'journey', whatever that means." She let out a nervous laugh, attempting to lighten the mood. "So I guess we're stuck with each other, huh? At least for now."