Dragons, right yeah. Focus on dragons Lyra thought, because dragons!!
But her mind had circled back to he's dead and had stuck at it's over and it was churning up more emotions than it should. It was over and no other faery was going to come for her and she knew she should text Rosario like, right now, but she didn't think she could handle Rosario's celebration. Didn't think she could manage to fake the level of relief she knew she was supposed to be feeling.
"Oh nothing happened to her," Little John was saying, about the dragon, about his wife, not that they needed to know Elaine was the dragon. "I don't think she even had indigestion! Dragons are solid creatures. She's off in Elaine's realm, raising her family. I don't think there's any chance you'll see a dragon in this realm, if you're wondering that – she's pretty firmly ensconced in her own world."
"I have to go," said Lyra suddenly, standing up just as swiftly and shaking her hands like she was trying to shake something off– well she was, this feeling that she was reacting all wrong, to everything. "Sorry–" she said, to Little John, and disappeared into the bedroom, sitting down hard on the edge of the bed with her hands pressed between her knees, hands which had once been shredded from playing hours (days? Longer?) of the most exhilarating music she'd ever played. "What is wrong with you?" she whispered harshly to herself, stupid eyes stinging a bit. "Fucks sake."