"Ah- well I suppose if you must, cooked animals would be...acceptable," Lyra muttered, rather baffled. She sort of flinched as he touched her cheek, then relaxed and almost leaned into the touch, a fraction of a second too late. He'd already moved away.
"Um. Goodnight, then," she called after him, simply blinking in bewilderment as he climbed back out through the window.
It took her a few moments to really digest what had happened, but once she had she let out a sharp breath and shook her head, standing to cross to the dresser in the room and change into a nightdress. Flopping onto the bed, she closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, groaning.
Dear God, what had she gotten herself into?