Lyra wrapped her arms around Rosario too, tight and strong as the gratitude she was feeling, and the relief, and the huge wallop of love. "Te amo, sis," she whispered, with no desire at all to let go of the hug yet.
"The worst bit," she admitted, "the bit I feel the total worst about is that you weren't there. We weren't planning to— honest. If I'd gone there planning it... but the whole night was so— it just felt like everything that'd happened was leading us there in a kinda way? But I did feel bad after, doin' it without you, that's one've the things I keep thinking 'bout. Prolly the biggest thing."
And yeah if Rosario had been there Lyra knew she woulda tried to talk Lyra out of it, calm her down a bit, and Lyra wouldn't've wanted to be calmed down, and she didn't want anything to shatter the high of that night cuz even remembering it now made an awesome warmth spread through her, to have ben part of something kinda magical. But it was a big thing, a big life thing, and Rosario, well... she should be part of all Lyra's big life things.