Lyra wasn't totally convinced he meant it when he suggested he mighta listened to her when an archangel hadn't been able to do the trick (but then, she'd never seen Michael try to talk to humans) but it was still nice for him to say it. "No one I love ever put a bruise on me neither," she said as she sat back, since it seemed like a reassuring thing to say. "Unless hickies count," she blurted, then shook her head quickly, feeling her cheeks warm. "They don't count. Shit, was your face okay?"
And the rest of him, after John? Was that okay? Lyra looked him over, scanning him like she could pick up damage she hadn't seen before.