"Yeah." After a moment, Avery walked slowly in, finding a chair on the opposite side to Patrick and dragging it around with a loud scrape that made him wince. He didn't like seeing Lyra so drawn when she was normally so bright and full of life. It made him a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to do.
"How are you feeling? Are you alright?" It sounded so lame and a stupid question, but it was all he had.