Lyra began with the wing, since it was at the top left corner of the page. She indicated each word, enunciating it carefully and slowly, to give him a chance to copy down the word exactly. It was a bit confusing, since he wasn’t really familiar with the anatomy of wings at all, so he had difficulty putting an English term next to her word. Did she have the same difficulty with human anatomy? Fingers and toes would be completely foreign to her, although she didn’t show much confusion when I pointed them out—maybe they know of a species which has separate digits on its hands and feet. She seemed to be paying more attention than she had previously, and—although it was difficult to be certain—treating him with a little more respect than she had previously. He wasn't sure what to make of this change of attitude. Maybe the earlier rain had just made her grouchy; she had seemed almost accusatory when it began.