“It's tough.” Fleur guided her to a bench, half-pushing until Lyra sat. “I know it's tough, but it will only be for a little bit longer.” She stood alongside Lyra, leaning slightly into the unicorn. “We'll take care of you . . . but you have to take care of yourself, too. You have to relax.” She let out a breath and continued speaking quietly, while Fancy Pants picked up the notes she'd abandoned.