As she listened, Lyra found herself surprised by his words. The idea of finding solace in the wilderness was foreign to her; for so long, survival had been her sole focus, and the wild had been her adversary rather than her sanctuary. 

"No, I'll be find," she replied softly, her voice betraying a hint of exhaustion. Despite her reluctance to admit it, she knew her body craved rest, even if her mind resisted it. 

As Finrod abruptly halted his words, Lyra felt a pang of sympathy, recognizing the struggle he seemed to be facing. She wanted to reach out, to offer comfort or reassurance, but she hesitated, unsure if it was her place to do so. 

When he expressed concern about being too open, Lyra scoffed lightly, forming a wry smile. "Too open?" she echoed, shaking her head incredulously. "Believe me, you've been anything but." 

Despite the levity of her words, there was a warmth in her gaze as she met Finrod's eyes, a silent acknowledgement. She may not fully understand his struggles, but she was determined to offer whatever respite she could, even if only her presence.