Rosario huddled deeper into their nest even as Lyra shot up straight. "'Bout a month ago," she admitted in a guilty mumble. "Just over. He asked me about how I ended up the same place as Artemis, and then he guessed about the meteor and he told me it's cuz I'm his kid, I'm gonna see the— patterns in shit? Like omens? He was real fucking excited." She looked especially gloomy at that, and paused to take another sip from the bottle. "I was gonna tell you earlier. I planned to like three times, but everything kept snowballing."