        When she had finished, she hefted them, making sure they felt balanced.  As she set them back on the table, the buckle caught her eye.  The rivets were loose on one side, and she could see loose hairs trapped in the joint.  It was the kind of thing that would only take a tinker a few minutes to fix, and it seemed odd that Lyra hadn’t bothered.  It had to be uncomfortable—it was clearly pulling her fur out.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind of thing which could be fixed at this time of night.