[i]I think I like this girl[/i] Finrod thought to himself, letting out a small chuckle. [i]She is a curious one thats for sure...[/i] Finrod gathering enough wood to burn throughout the night while the duo slept, thinking to himself

[i]I dont know if I can go back to the temple...I cant forgive myself... how can I expect anyone else to understand what Ive done[/i] Finrod lost in thoughts of the past [i]Its all the reason I fled the Dominion in the first place...[/i] Finrod... feeling like he wants to tell Lyra the truth... that maybe she might understand... but then maybe not.. War is a terrible thing, and does terrible things to good people... How could someone who has never been to war understand this...? [i]This is why I never let anyone get close...[/i] 

The wind blowing a majestic breeze through the trees, Finrod returns to the camp with firewood. Setting the pile down neatly near the campfire, tossing a few pieces onto the almost spent embers from earlier. "This should be enough to last us the night, this way I wont have to spend all night awake using magic!" Finrod said with a chuckle, and smile. 

Finrod sits down near the fire, with the colder night temperatures setting in. "Lyra..." Finrod with hesitation [i]Dont open up you idiot! You dont know her at all![/i] thinking to himself "nevermind... we should try to rest, regardless of what path we take tomorrow, I think we have a long road ahead of us..." [i]I wanna know how she feels about the journey ahead... why she seems to trust me[/i] "I have some mead in my bag if you want some? I always loved a great mead, with a warm fire to wind down with"