Jacob 

C’est moi, Lyra. Ou... c’est toujours moi, ton amie. Juste... dans un nouveau paquet. Un colis très, très inattendu.

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.*

Lyre

C’est moi, Lyra. Ou... c’est toujours moi, ton amie. Juste... dans un nouveau paquet. Un colis très, très inattendu.

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