She nodded. Lyra wondered though if he'd feel that way in a year, or five years. She knew that such expectations would chafe eventually. They always did for the young.
"My world is hardly perfect." She chuckled and shook her head. "The downside is I lost my mother when I was little I guess. She died trying to protect me from my uncle when I was five. He wanted to cleanse the bloodline and my father breeding with a muggle whore to produce some half blood abomination was unbearable." Her words were soft then as she remembered that night for a moment before shaking her head. "That and I don't flying on broomsticks." She said in hopes of lightening the mood.