[Gray...]
'Shut up! If I had trusted you, Lyra would've probably be dead by now!' he snapped inwardly, ignoring completely whatever she was trying to say.
[...]
He kept walking toward the exit when he suddenly felt Lyra shifting slightly in his arms, prompting him to look at her.
"...Gray?"
The voice was faint, and yet made him stop on his tracks, and put all of his attention on her.
Lyra's eyelashes fluttered, her brow knitting as consciousness slowly returned. Her fingers twitched first, then curled weakly into his clothes as if afraid he would vanish if she let go.
"…Gray…?" she whispered again, her voice coming out hoarse.
"You're awake," he breathed out in relief.
Her eyes finally opened, unfocused at first, then slowly locked onto his face. For a second, she just stared, then her lips trembled.
"I-I thought…" Her voice cracked.
"I thought I was going to die…"
