Fionn could hear the soft clap of footsteps on the stone floor, and rose to his feet, eyes darkened.<br/><br/>"Time to go back," he muttered, and managed to beat the footsteps to the suite. When it was Lyra, and Lyra alone who opened the door into the sitting room, Fionn sighed heavily.<br/><br/>"She went alone," he said, in a tone that sounded more resigned than accusatory, "Didn't she? Oh well, I suppose there was no stopping her, after all."<br/><br/>It was then Fionn noticed the large red bite mark on Lyra's neck. "You're hurt!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet, hands already beginning to glow. "Here, let me help you."