"Hi, yeah, I'm sorry for calling so late..." Lyra began, her wings drooping a little from guilt, "But I'm just... Worried. And really stressed out and I can't even think straight anymore. I'm really sorry, you must be annoyed, and probably tired, but, any chances you have the info now?" And when he replied, she immediately perked up, wings at full again. "Thank you so much!" she said, barely containing her excitement, and ended the call. Hastily, she pulled on her jacket and rushed out the door.

Lyra had to stop herself in front of the tavern to stop from breaking the doors down in her rush. She took a moment to just take a deep breath before she entered, eyes quickly scanning the bar. There were people there who may ask questions, but as long as she didn't personally know them, she would be fine. "Again, I'm really sorry," she muttered, sitting down, "I'll buy you anything you want here. Beer, food, whatever. It's just been really hard, ya know? I've been worried about my friend, and... Shit, I'm seriously sorry about this."