"Don't hurt yourself, there, love," she was sure he had to have heard the crackle and poof of her entrance from the fireplace, but perhaps not. "That is why we have magic, is it not?"
Lyra tried to play off being cool and collected but she could not quell that thrumming heart of hers and she half wondered if he came closer if he might be able to hear it. She barely noticed the home it's self as she was entirely focused on watching him from where she leaned against a doorway. A and nervously smoothed out the royal blue swing skirt she wore then lifted to finger the small silver chain of a necklace she wore.
"I brought blankets, for.. if we.. go outside," and she shifted her weight, a small canvas bag on her shoulder hefted up a bit more. Her eyes lowered shyly and a small smile spread.