Atropos' eyes flicked to the door, then back to Lyra's bloodied face. "I think the door won that round," she observed.
"Don't worry about the door," Lachesis said, ignoring her sister entirely. Honestly. Atropos might be the eldest of the three, but she was no use at all in these situations. She wasn't unkind, not intentionally, but she had always been a goddess of hard truths and inevitability. Seeing the sharp, unyielding edges of humanity as clearly as she did, she found it hard to take all the soft parts in between especially seriously.
You could at least try to be a little reassuring, Lachesis had complained, on any multitude of occasions.
Pfft, that's what you're there for. Like much of what Atropos had to say, it was absolutely infuriating and absolutely the truth.
"Just take your time," Lachesis said kindly. "You're not in anyone's way. Would you like to come inside for a minute? You look like you could use a drink of a water."