The shock was a sudden, stinging jolt that pushed Rosario up straight. "You're kidding," she said, wide-eyed, and found Lyra staring wide-eyed back, and realised in the same instant that, no, Lyra wasn't kidding. There wasn't even a little bit of a joke in her expression.
The pang stabbed deeper then, at least one part oh god you hardly know him and one part fuck fuck fuck that's a whole legal situation too and one part you got married without me? It paralysed Rosario for a full instant: she didn't even know how to categorise this kind of news, let alone how to react to it. With congratulations? Reassurance and damage control?
It was the look on Lyra's face that pulled her out of it. Rosario had seen that look before, or something close to it, right here on the roof a couple of months ago when Lyra had confessed something huge and complicated and frightening and she hadn't listened. She wasn't gonna be that person again.
Uncertainly, stammeringly, she began, "Are you, is that— talk to me. Is that, that's good? That's something you want?"