"Budge up," he said softly, removing his jacket and tossing it aside. He sat next to Lyra, who rested her head on his shoulder. She threaded her fingers through his and he squeezed reassuringly. Tears continued to flow down Lyra's cheeks and into James's shirt, but he didn't mind one bit. He reached out with his other hand and stroked her cheek, gently wiping away tears.