"Yeah, that's my cue, looks like," Little John said, casting his eyes toward the bedroom door for a moment and wondering what he could have said different. Trying to remember what she'd been like, too, before. Pretty onto it, he thought. He couldn't really remember the details of what she'd been like straight after Elaine broke them out of the bloody revel, but he was pretty sure when she and her friend came to their cottage for information Lyra'd been taking notes. "Listen," he said to Avery, standing up at last to his full height, and finding the back of an envelope to write on, and a pen in one of his pockets. "Keep in touch, arright? This is my address, you can swing round anytime if you got questions, or worries, or just want more stories. Here, take it, I can see myself out, you go check in."