"I did," Lyra said, eyes on Avery for a longer moment, trying to work out what was happening behind that closed off expression. She kinda wanted to reach out and touch him, in case that made him relax a bit, but also half wanted to flick him in the arm for talking bout Rosario like she wasn't there. She ignored both urges, turning her attention to Rosario, and said, with the straightest face she could: "Bout seeing Archer heal Ricky's broken arm at the party," she explained clearly. "We decided now wasn't the right time."
We she'd said deliberately, even though it'd been Avery's decision. We she'd said, to remind Avery she was an ally and they were in this together, but mostly to remind herself that they'd both witnessed it. Clear as— okay, not day, but clear enough. Lyra knew what she'd seen, knew that Avery'd seen it too, knew they could corroborate each others stories—
But god, beneath the surface her nerves were freaking to say this outloud, in person, to Rosario. But Lyra kept her chin high and eyes clear. She wasn't crazy, after all; it was the world that was crazy.