All throughout Rosario and Lyra's relationship, Lyra was rarely the one to apply the brakes to anything. Not that she couldn't if she needed to, just that situations didn't usually crop up where Lyra wanted out of something before Rosario did.
But now though? With Rosario telling her that what she'd experienced didn't exist? It was all not-right; wrong place, wrong time, wrong angle, wrong everything. "Imma get another drink," she said, grabbing her glass off the table and finishing it as she stood, feeling her whole self start to unravel as she walked up to the counter again, feeling tears start to prick in her eyes as she put Rosario and Avery momentarily at her back.
She couldn't help but think of that binder she had at home, and the proof it held that she'd disappeared for three months. Was Rosario gonna count that as tangible evidence? Was it gonna be the key to Rosario believing everything else Lyra had to say, from the gutting realisation that she'd lost three months of time to the incomprehensible thought that there was something bout her blood that was not normal?
Lyra ordered her drink and thumped her elbows on the bar, covering her face with her hands for a moment. Maybe she should get all of them another drink, and a pack of like, Exploding Kittens or something distracting. No one was gonna listen to anyone else right now, clearly, and Lyra wanted some ridiculous game to cover up how much that stung.