Inspiration struck him like a freight train.  He hadn’t been trying to say her name since he’d butchered it so badly the first time, but now that her voice was lower—he could!  He repeated back exactly what she had said.  “See Lyra roll over.”  She looked at him with her big golden eyes, and he just began repeating her name while pointing, the unfamiliar syllables rolling off his tongue.  She began oddly moving her legs—as if she was trotting in place—and he wondered if that how she showed excitement.