Lyra turned her attention back to Dale. She was worried about him. For her, the last week had been stressful—out of her familiar element, and living with new ponies in the embassy. Not that she didn't like them, but they weren't her familiar herd. She was less sure of his social preferences, but whether he preferred to be solitary or with his kin, the market might be a bit overwhelming. I should have thought of that. Maybe he would have been happier going to the park and sitting on a bench there—somewhere without so many ponies.