Lyra winced at that, hard agreement, and after a moment dragged her eyes open again. "Little bit," she said dryly, squinting at him. He looked so nice, almost kinda dapper, and... and... "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Supposeda meetcha... wasn't I. Uuugh you married a dick." She said it, but she grabbed down on his hand a little tighter when she did, cuz yeah, she might be a dick but god, please, she didn't want him to leave.