Lyra wrapped her arms round Rosario tight, her stomach full of anxious butterflies, desperate to find out what was going on, and half hoping Rosario would ask her to stay for support. She had to keep giving herself a firm 'this is not about you' talk, every time she'd opened her mouth on the train to suggest that she could stay, if Rosario wanted her too.
But it wasn't about her. It was a Carla thing, a Rosario thing. Lyra's thing was to come later, up on the roof. That's when Rosario needed her. "Meet on the roof after," she agreed, with heartfelt sincerity. "I love you to bits."