"Wass what?" Avery reached up and grabbed a handful of tulle, pulling it off and looking at it. "What is-"
Lyra had been wearing it. Now he remembered. Lyra had been wearing- was still wearing- white. He looked back at her now, his head spinning just a little, at the white dress bunched around her waist, and the white things on her arms, and...
"Ohhhhhh," he said, a little shiver going through him. "Ohhhh nooooooo." Because now he remembered. He sucked in a breath and held it, trying to decide if his head would allow him to feel big feelings about this.