We submerged Lyra and she immediately changed in to her water shape. I transformed too, to keep her from floating away.
After a while I helped her out and she was back to her normal human shape, no injuries left behind.
"That was frightening." She said, sitting on the ground, her cloak wrapped around her. Zahkon hovered around, clearly anxious to check she was alright, but not wanting to upset her by fussing. It softened my opinion of him to see his obvious emotions towards her. I still wasn't happy about it though.
"It's ok, we're all here, it's gone, there's nothing to be frightened about." I comforted her, helping her to her feet.
"I don't want to rush you," said Destran, "But surely we should move away from here before it comes back."
Zahkon nodded and I sighed. I knew it was right, but I thought Lyra could do with a rest.
"Are you alright to move?" I asked her.
"Of course. It's best."
I smiled and we collected our things, ready to continue on our quest. As we climbed the mountains, I watched as Lyra and Zahkon chatted. I wondered if she knew how he looked at her, and I wondered if she felt the same. Then I looked at Destran. I wondered if he had ever looked at anyone that way. I wondered if I ever would. There had been a guy, a sievere, that Lyra had tried to set me up with, who apparently was head over heels for me, but I had never really been interested in him.
Come to think of it, I'd never been interested in anyone.
I pondered this for a long time until I was broken out of my revere by Destran.
"May I enquire as to what you are thinking about?"
I blushed, and decided not to tell him.
"Just things. Life. How long have we been travelling?"
"A couple of hours, I would say, by the sun."
"Will we be stopping for food soon?"
"Feet. They hurt again."
He chuckled sympathetically and called the others, stopping them so that we could eat, and my feet could rest.