“Is good. Hmmmmm is good.” He wavered his hand around in the air. It wasn’t a lie; he’d gotten used to seeing things float around in their energy fields. As frightening as it had been the first times he’d seen Lyra do it, he was beginning to accept that all the horned ones—the unicorns—did it as a matter of course, and it wasn’t fair of him to disallow it near himself.