"Doesn't take mind control powers to convince someone of something they wanna be convinced of anyway," Lyra said, feeling like this bit of pop-psychology was pretty goddamn accurate. "And I'm not gonna lie, I'd drank some, but I wasn't ten beers deep or nothing, and after seeing what I saw? Rosario, it sobered me right-the-hell-up. It was–" hard to describe, is what it was, but she did her best with a full body shudder. "Like I could feel my skin literally crawling, watching it happen. If Aves hadn't been there, maybe I woulda convinced myself it wasn't real..."
She looked over at him again, kinda ashamed to admit it, but she hadn't been able to stop thinking about how easy it had been not to think about faeries, from May up till the day she told him the truth. Like her mind was just so ready to focus on literally anything else. But he was here now, like some kind of mental anchor, and she still wasn't over how grateful she was about it. Lyra shifted her leg toward his under the table, pressing her knee against his.
"But we saw the same thing," she told Rosario. "We like, wrote it down independently, after, and it's the same story."