"Got it. Karthspire it is!" Lyra agreed happily, finishing up the last of her rabbit. She'd packed light, so there wasn't much cleanup to do in order for them to be ready to hit the road. Finrod had mentioned making a stop to stock up for supplies, so she was sure they'd head back to Whiterun -- at least, she thought. She had no idea what direction Karthspire was in. "I think that's a good starting poi--"

Before she finished her sentence, Finrod's hand was on hers. Lyra gasped, alarmed, nearly jerking out of his grasp, but when she saw Finrod's face, she didn't dare let go. He was staring off into the distance, as if in a trance, and his lips were moving, though no words came out. She tried to focus on them, to decipher the shapes of the words he was making, but wasn't able to figure it out. At last, he seemed to return to himself, his eyes focusing suddenly, looking tired. He didn't let go of her hand. 

[i]Did... did you have one too?[/i]

Lyra's eyes widened. He'd had a [i]vision?[/i] Of course, their hands -- she looked down at them, brow furrowing. They'd had the vision the evening before when they'd touched -- that must have been what sparked it. But why hadn't she had one this time, too? "I... No, I didn't." There was worry in her voice. What did that mean? "What did you see?" She asked, a bit desperate. Would the same thing happen to her? Would she bump into Finrod later, on the road, and suddenly go into a trance? She hoped, if so, that it wasn't in the middle of a dangerous situation. Gods only knew what kinds of things they would run into in their travels. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, unsure if he was even aware he'd been holding it.