Deepwood Weald penny for my thoughts, I deserve a dime

She gave an unhelpful reply (unaware of how unhelpful her description of Revui was), and Lyra felt her jaw tighten indignantly. She could have emphasised just how large this boy was, or that he had wounds that no doubt had not healed completely yet, but she remained silent instead, acting as if the stranger could read minds. She looked her up and down once more. She was small and thin enough to convince Lyra she was a loner - and had been for quite some time.

"My brother," she answered, slowly beginning to start forwards again and motioning for the woman to follow if she wished. "He has...a tendency for getting into trouble, I want to make sure he's okay." She was sure he was fine, he had proven himself well. Lyra simply wanted to talk to him about the importance of not immediately taking off and reopening wounds that she had only just finished tending to, damnit!