Lyra watched as Dale tentatively placed his hand on the pegasus’ back. “No, I don’t think he is.” She frowned. “I wonder how she does that? He seemed reluctant to come close enough to touch when we were on the beach. Do you think her influence on animals extends to him as well?” She looked over towards Kate’s bed. Featherbrain had pulled the covers back and was taking photographs of the girl. “If so, it might help when she wakes up.”