Moonspear stupid piece of shit

Lyra nodded her head in empathetic understanding as he continued. You care about them, that's normal, she comforted him, I am sure they worry for you, too... but at least they know you are in good paws, and at that she smiled. She was quiet for a moment, looking bashfully to her paws, before she looked to him and spoke: We... we can go there once Winter passes! I would love to see it with you, her words were a breathy admission, shy and soft and uncertain—maybe he would not want to go with her. She looked to her paws again, and then over his shoulder, suddenly anxious by the thought that he would deny her.