"Forreal?!" Lyra exclaimed, leaning across the table in a sudden rush of excitement and intrigue, the force of which may have had something to do with avoiding thinking that there might be a redcap with a grudge waiting down some dark alley. "Prayer? You can hear people in your head? How does it— does it get overwhelming? Do you go out and find people and help them? What do they say when you show up?"