Lyra looked down and checked her feet.  Surely, she'd be in trouble if she were to be the one to fail the boy, but...well...there was something off.  He was so thin, and he seemed of age to work the fields.  His mother was very sad, but...well, it could also be said that she might be sad enough to fail to care for the crops and the like...including the child here.

And regarding her teaching politics to her aristocratic charges in the past...

Is the child that of a soldier's?

Perhaps.  She wasn't too sure, but there was a possibility things had escalated faster than she thought.

But damn her if she didn't help a child.  Before there was necromancy, one had to sense life snd the spirits.  The latter, she couldn't dabble in, but suppose if she just...felt for any difference, any stronger feedback that a flower would have over any grass...that was possible, right?

She had 24 years under her belt.  This should be a cinch, right?