Gerald and Weggie were nervous about having to leave Lyra. They still desperately wanted to free her from Wereal as well as from Duke Kleo's grip. Soon their mission will be successful. They only needed to run for about a hundred meters, and… a champion! They nail it. But unfortunately, those plans don't always work out easily.
"Foxie," Gerald whispered, tearing up at the sight of Lyra crying.
Weggie's heart seemed to be torn apart, even worse than when she had been tortured in the past. Seeing the man she loves suffer is another level of misery.
"Go!" Lyra legged with a shaky voice and resembled a shriek, just as one of the soldiers had shot a few arrows between them, giving warning and threats. "Go! I will be fine!" she continued.
Her wet face was in Gerald's grasp, which forced her to look up but failed.
