Lyra bit her tongue as Rosario scrolled, letting her see for herself, letting it start to sink in. She knew Rosario well enough that, right now, she could see what she was thinking. The guilt that was scrawled across her features, she'd never quite seen Rosario look like that before, it was horrible, it ground this whole mess even deeper into reality.
"It's not your fault you didn't know," she said, barely managing more than a whisper. "Whatever magic they did, no one knew."
This was another thing Lyra had to believe– absolutely had to. It was faery magic that made everyone forget her. Faery mindfuckery... and not because she was forgettable. If she let herself believe anything else, it was gonna destroy her.