Moonspear stupid piece of shit

Lyra's explanation seemed logical enough to Rannoch. After a moment of silent contemplation, he accepted her word with a nod of his head. "Thanks, Lyra," he replied kindly, shedding any trace of suspicion that he had previously felt. 

She prompted him then, inquiring about his sadness. He frowned, unsure of how to word it. 

"I'm just worried about the wolves I left behind at the Vale," he said. Choosing to be honest about his feelings had been a decisive choice, but, he knew that it was the right one. But even with his certainty, to be frank, Rannoch wasn't sure where to go from there, and instead of elaborating, he looked to Lyra to allow her a moment to speak.