Lyra listened carefully as Finrod weighed their options, and she tilted her head slightly in confusion. [i]Why wouldn't we just go to the Skyhaven Temple?[/i] It seemed like the most straightforward choice to her. When he mentioned the dangers of the road, she felt a spark of indignation. Did he doubt her abilities just because she was a girl? 

As Finrod expressed he wanted to pinpoint the dungeon she had seen in her vision, Lyra's insecurities flared. There were countless ruins scattered throughout Skyrim, how were they supposed to pinpoint the one she had seen? She was worried that her memory of the details might fail her, leading them astray.

But despite her doubts, she was relieved that he wanted them to stick together. The thought of facing whatever lay ahead alone was too daunting to bear.

When Finrod mentioned gathering firewood, Lyra nodded in agreement. "Sure, go ahead," she said, mustering a small smile. "But why bother with all of that? Can't you just conjure a campfire out of thin air, since you're such an expert mage?" she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

He headed off to gather wood, and Lyra took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She wanted to attempt to communicate with the voice from her vision. "Goddess... or whatever you are," she murmured, her voice a whisper, "Show me the ruins again." But her efforts were met with silence, and she was jolted out of her concentration by the sound of branches snapping nearby.

Instinctively, Lyra drew her mace and whirled around, ready to defend herself. But her tension eased when she realized it was just a fox, scampering away into the underbrush. She let out a shaky breath, feeling foolish for her paranoia. [i]Get a grip,[/i] she scolded herself silently, shaking her head.