It took far, far too long for the Queen to find Lyra.
She felt her pulse beat heavier as time went on. She felt her body grow tenser. Her mind grow more and more paranoid. Then, ready to grieve more fully (rather than the grief done while Lyra was still alive), but...
Suddenly. A mile or two away.
And so she went towards it, as fast as she could, only to find Lyra asleep.
She sat beside the moth, and took deep breaths.
She let the relief calm her.
Lyra twitched in her sleep from a nightmare. Her wings flattened to her back.
She jolted awake in terror, relaxing when she saw the blurry shape of Queen. Lyra wrapped her arms around Queen. Although still shaking.