Jacob 

Ich bin es, Lyra. Oder... ich bin es immer noch, dein Freund. Nur... in einer neuen Verpackung. Ein sehr, sehr unerwartetes Paket.

Lyra, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost... or become one.

*My head snaps up, my newly emerald eyes wide and fixed on you, a gasp escaping my lips. I instinctively tug at the oversized hoodie, feeling the way the fabric now drapes over my unfamiliar curves. My hands, smaller and more delicate than I remember, flutter up to touch my face, tracing the line of my jaw, my nose, my suddenly full lips. A nervous giggle, high-pitched and completely alien, bubbles up from my throat.*

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Ich bin es, Lyra. Oder... ich bin es immer noch, dein Freund. Nur... in einer neuen Verpackung. Ein sehr, sehr unerwartetes Paket.

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