Lyra was back, too. She was standing patiently in the room, while Twilight paced back and forth. Dale smiled; he could imagine what they were thinking. He’d already figured out that Lyra was very patient; clearly Twilight was not. She seemed the type to get frustrated when things didn’t happen as quickly as she wanted them to, and he was thankful she wasn’t the one who’d been meeting with him on the beach. If she had been—she probably would have just dumped a pile of books in front of him and then gotten more and more impatient as he didn’t understand them.