The last thing Lyra felt ready to do was relax. So brimming with nervous energy – like she shoulda stuck with running after all; she mighta been able to process some of this after collapsing on the sofa at the end of a sprint. As it was she just threw her hands up in the air with a sharp, nervous "hah! I don't know, can I?" It wasn't quite a snap, but there was some force to the question, and Lyra shook her head sharply and paced across the room, clomping in her work boots. He could talk, with his relaxing; he was being all tense and weird and she didn't get it. In fact everything that was coming outta these guys mouths right now was unexpected and unpredictable and with a sudden pang she wished Rosario was here. "Sorry if I don't know how to relax 'bout the news that someone got eaten by a dragon!"
Little John did consider, then, that perhaps it was pretty astonishing news to hear. It had been astonishing to witness, yes, but also perfectly in keeping with the world he had been living in. "Maybe I could have eased into the news a little softer," he admitted, giving the kids a twist of a sympathetic smile (Lyra went hah again in return). "Why don't I put a pot of tea on? That'll settle things," he offered, then looked toward the kitchen which looked devastatingly devoid of kettle. Hmm, maybe not.