Lyra hurried behind the male Knight that led ahead down a cave, having a dry thought.
'Well, at least his panic looks real.'
She still wasn't fully convinced and was very perceptive about a possible trap. But if Lyra was asked if she was worried, the answer would be no. For some baffling sense of arrogance or confidence that she suddenly had.
'i'll force my way thro- and I'm thinking like him again!' the smug grin of a certain pretty faced bastard flashed through her mind for a brief moment. It seemed like the time she spent with Huey was finally manifesting now that she was away from him!
Looking at it from a perspective, Lyra realised she was getting more relaxed on the outside despite being in a Den full of ravenous monsters. But on the inside, burned a feral and sinister glee that came with reaping their limbs apart.
Lyra weeped internally.