Moonspear stupid piece of shit

His acceptance of her suggestion made her smile. I mean, he didn't eagerly and excitedly say "yes!", but that was not the point. Progress was progress. And soon enough, Rannoch would be over the moon for her—nothing worth having was easy, was it? Liffey was an obstacle, but not something that could prevent the inevitable.

At his next words, she looked aside. She didn't know what he meant by that—did he think she was mean? Furrowing her brows, she looked to him and said, Well, of course I do, she said with a smile and a shake of her head, I care about you. I... don't want you to be sad, she explained. And she knew that she echoed Lyra here, in her sentiment. Whle she would have felt smug and somewhat pleased to see him upset for a moment, surely he deserved it for hurting her, Lyra would see to it that he was mended.

But the fact of the matter was, she was still upset with him. Hydra could not forget that. I should go, she stated, before she turned to depart his company. Lyra herself was not easy herself, after all.