"I.... dunno," Lyra said, looking down at her hands. "It was defo fucking wiggy, watching my blood burn a troll. Shit, even saying that right now sounds wiggy, even after," she flapped one half-saintly hand back down the road, in the direction of the cottage, Johnny and Elaine, and every aspect of the conversation they'd had there.
"Honestly though..." she said, testing out her feelings by saying them out loud. "I'm kinda... curious to find out what else is up with me? Like... do I have powers I don't know about? Like, can I do mini-miracles? Is that what saints are, maybe? People who do miracles in a certain kinda way?" She gave a thin, dazed kind of laugh, looking down at the palm of her hands. "Oh man, I feel sacrilegious AF, right now."