Oh shit. Avery felt a wave of guilt as Lyra started coughing and wincing in pain. He shouldn't be having a go when she was clearly still so ill and in pain, and she looked so defeated. He didn't like her looking defeated. He liked her feisty and fighting and fun.
Leaning forward, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, and held it against him. "Hey. I'm sorry. It's okay," he said. "It's okay. Take a breath. I shouldn't've- I'm sorry. I love you."