Those bright blues flickered back up to catch his gaze and then drifted to where Stephen leaned. She sighed softly, wistfully and moved her hand away from his and back into her lap. She too took the time to sip at her tea while considering his words and some sort of reply.
Sometimes she wondered if the sorting hat had been right to say she would've done well in Ravenclaw. Lyra didn't always feel as witty or clever in conversation as the Ravenclaws she met. Like now, how she had simply ran out of things to say on the topic so now she was trying to come up with something else to bring to the table. That wasn't too difficult though, Lyra always had something to say!