What to ask her next? He really wanted more of an explanation of the marks, but he and Lyra had already tried that on the island and hadn’t really come to an understanding. Or the horns, or even wings . . . but none of those things would lead to a short explanation, either. He could ask her about her hoof, but she’d already been uncomfortable with him holding it before, and what question might she ask in response? Lyra had been quick to learn what made him uncomfortable; he wasn’t so sure about Twilight. A thousand questions in your mind, and you can’t think of a single one, he lamented. 