“Oh, it's relevant, Your Honor.” Noble Voice pointed to Luna's table, where Lyra's drawing was sitting on top of copies of Featherbrain's photographs. “It's as plain as the muzzle on my face that she had an interest in Dale, right from the very beginning. Her own actions—both on the beach and in the hospital—do not alter that fact. And what more basic motive is there? A mare in heat will do anything.”