I step back slowly this time, but the distance feels different. The tether stretches, but it doesn’t strain. It holds.
Stronger.
Clearer.
I look at him, really look this time.
“You’re more stable,” I say.
“Yes.”
“And not just because I’m close.”
“No.”
“Because of that,” I add, gesturing between us.
“Yes.”
I nod once, filing it away.
Physical closeness strengthens the bond.
Not just proximity.
Connection.
That changes things.
A lot.
“We should go downstairs,” I say.
“Yes.”
Neither of us moves immediately.
Then Corin calls, louder this time, “If you two are done conducting extremely suspicious research, there is tea.”
I cover my face with one hand. “I’m going to kill him.”
“He is currently difficult to kill,” Rhazek replies.
“Don’t encourage him.”
We head downstairs together, the air in the house feeling different around us. Not lighter. Not safer.
Stronger.
Corin looks up when we enter, eyes flicking between us with entirely too much understanding.
“Morning,” he says, far too casually.
“Not a word,” I warn.
“Very well, I will not comment on the moaning, growling, or rhythmic thumping.”
I glare at him and grab a cup.
