Don't people say they think it's okay is a meaningless thing to say after a shitty situation? They wrong, Lyra thinks – right now Lyra needs to hear it more than anything, and the deep breath she lets out is super shaky, like the relief is sapping her strength. Hold it together girl she tells herself, and pulls back just enough so that when she smiles Rosario can see it. It's strained and sheepish and totally unnerved, but still, it's there, as her hand lifts to press against the tender bit of scalp that statue yanked. "Any of them try and grab you?" she asks, pulling back a fraction more so she can look down Rosario's body, just to check she's really okay.