As the rain kept beating down on them, Lyra leaned forward over the branches she had collected, in a desperate attempt to keep some of them dry, else it would be a pain to light them later on. And they needed the fire desperately so, if they hoped to survive.
She followed Vance underneath the stone shelf and sat down, immediately going to work on starting to build a fire with the driest pieces of wood she could find in the heap, starting desperately to light the fire with two sticks. She glanced back at him as he spoke, shaking her head. "It's alright," she murmured, focussing back on getting a fire started.