Why didn't you say? Lyra wanted to complain, a little hurt that she'd been left out, only how could she be? How long'd she been trying to tell Rosario what happened in May when the universe kept getting in her way, bashing her into doors and that to slow her down? (She wasn't gonna let anything stop her tonight, though– after they'd sorted out whatever Rosario needed sorting out, Lyra was definitely gonna tell her she got married.)
With a sigh to ditch any (totally unreasonable, right?) hurt, Lyra shuffled back down in the blanket. "I know how that goes," she said, making sure she caught Rosario's eye so she could pass over an empathetic twist of a smile. The nest wasn't no place for guilt tonight. "The— the things snowballing and getting in the way of talking, that bit. Not so much the omens. Also, fuck his excitement. In the ear. Right in it. You see omens? Patterns? Like what?"