Sitting back on the bench, Mead in hand, Lyra in his sight, mind racing with fear, concern, and pure curiosity... wondering if she had experienced the same thing as he did... 

as Lyra asked what Finrod made of all that, it confirmed his thoughts that perhaps something happened to her too... He felt a strange feeling of trust... but he didnt want too... Finrod had grown used to the loneliness that comes from trusting nobody... he has been this way since the Great War, yet, for some strange reason he wants to tell Lyra everything... the vision hes sure they both just shared, the visions and flashbacks he has from his past, the things hes done during the war, about his home, and family... but why... why her...? Why anybody at this point, after going so long with never letting anyone get too close...

Finrod thought for a moment if he should give in to his desire to be honest with Lyra or not... was this some kind of trick or test? Taking a sip of mead, he cleared his throat and said "Then you did see something too?" "I... I dont really know how to explain it" He did, to an extent, but feared being open with someone else still... reluctant to give too many details he continues "It felt sort of like a weird dream...?" a very short pause as he locked eyes with Lyras Red Eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, his voice starting to break slightly, he speaks once more "What did you see..? The room fell silent, as if frozen in time, awaiting her reply...