Lyra clutched Rosario's hand all the tighter, till she could feel a pulse beneath her fingers that could have belonged to either of them. She had absolutely no idea what parts of herself she might have inherited from a saint, literally all she could think was all the ungodly things about her. Maybe she had nothing? Except blood that burned faeries? Did she want something? Well, yeah, who didn't want powers? Rosario maybe.
"That last's as like to be nurture as nature," Little John added to the end of Elaine's speech, turning his attention back to Rosario. "Listen, we're not dancing round anything, not on purpose. We can't tell you why you're different cos we don't know you, and we don't know your father. Or your mother, for that matter, or how you grew up or what you might do with your life. You sound like you want straight answers, and there's nothing wrong with that, cept, I don't think a straight answer here exists. Sometimes kids take strongly after their parents, sometimes they don't. I wish I could give you more than that but, well, I'd just be talking out my arse."