Rosario sets the bottle down between them and leans back as well. Maybe she gets it, a little. As many times as she's wished in pure exasperation that she could go back to before, to a time when she only had the one dad and gods weren't real and they certainly didn't kidnap you for late-night speedboat divination missions... she doesn't actually want to forget. It's the way the world is. Once you realise denying that's not gonna change it, your best option left is to understand it. There's a certain kinda logic running through the weirdness, and it's not always a comforting logic, but being able to name it keeps her from feeling like she's spinning out of control. Maybe owning the memories does the same for Lyra.
The prickling unease lingers, though. Above them, the Moon's slipping deeper into the shadow, but something else snags Rosario's eye. Four bright stars, arranged in a crooked kite shape. Join the dots a certain way, you might call it a bird.
"Just lately?" she asks, frowning at Corvus. It's not giving her anything tonight, she's not feeling the pull, but that night on the boat it was screaming out to her. Something yet unresolved, Merlin suggested. "You mean cuz of the date?"