A list. God, Lyra knew her so well. Better than she even knew herself sometimes. Yes, a list was exactly what was needed here. Lists brought clarity. Lists brought direction and control. With only pen and paper and a succession of decisive bullet points, you could take hold of the unknown and break it down into firmly knowable, conquerable pieces.
Rosario's eyes stung and her own attempt at a smile felt small and brittle, but though the anxious thrumming didn't leave her, the pressure in her chest felt just a little lighter. "It'll be a long list. Two pages minimum."