"Nothing bigger than this!" Lyra agreed, grabbing his arm again- really, there had been a lot of arm grabbing tonight. "But we saw it, we both saw it, didn't we? And we have proof!" Bloody trousers, right this second, felt like indisputable, unassailable proof!
But as miraculous as they seemed, right now (who could argue against them! More blood than a nosebleed! Proof! Ricky's arm had snapped in two!) they also spelled out trouble. "Ooooh shit though," she spoke out loud as she realised it. "I cannot walk into my house tomorrow morning in someone else's bloodstained pants. I gotta go home."