Lyra was sprawled out on her bed, lazily stroking Pan's head. He was in the form of an ermine, which is what he tended to prefer these days. He still could shift forms, which she was grateful for. She had known daemons would stop being able to shift forms around the time their humans hit puberty, but that didn't seem to be the case for Pan at the moment.
She hoped it would remain that way.
She was glad she had friends here in Madison Valley. She had Penny, and she had Trixie. Even though Trixie was a bit younger than she and Penny. She didn't mind that whatsoever. And Fury was a wonderful guardian, she couldn't have asked for a better one.
Lyra considered what to tell Penny, for a brief moment. "My father posed as my uncle, I never knew he was actually my father," she started. "He also killed my best friend, Roger." Well. That was something, at least.