But they knew so little, and it made her... Well, anxious wasn't the right word, but... Restless, somehow. She skimmed the contents of the folder, but it was just as sparse on details as it had been the last time she read it.
"Give up. You aren't going to find anything new in there."
Lyra looked up, smiling reflexively at Bran, laughing a little as a trace of irritation flashed over his face. She'd heard him approach, but she'd thought it was Bastien until he spoke.