Chapter 447

Chapter 445: A Certain State in Time

The matte black cube rested on the bed in front of me, its weight pressing down into the surface of the soft blanket. It was heavy, dull, and frustratingly blank, lacking any indication that this was some repository of great insight. Had I not received it from the last djinn remnant, as well as already having worked through the long and frustrating process of unlocking the first two keystones, I might have given it up as some aether-rich broken relic and simply absorbed the power.

Sylvie was sitting at the foot of the bed with her knees tucked up against her chest, gaze distant as it pa.s.sed through the cube to focus on something very far away. She s.h.i.+fted slightly, a frown pulling down the corners of her lips. She had been troubled ever since the broadcast, although she had kept her feelings close to her chest.

Our journey back to the second level of the Relictombs had been relatively uneventful. Sylvie hadnt experienced a repeat of her first foray into the Relictombs, which had allowed us to fly through the giant-tree zone and directly to the exit portal. A contingent of Denoir soldiers had been waiting for us, along with my sister. Ellie had proved a bit of a conundrum for the highbloods, as no one knew where she fit into their strict caste system, allowing her to do whatever she wantedwhich apparently included pestering and bossing around entire squads of highblood battle groups.

Our reunion had been short-lived, however, as Id rushed to deliver my news to Seris. That conversation, too, had been brief, as she had asked for time to consider what this meant for our plans. Grateful for that, Id retreated to a room in the Dread Craven to rest.

After an hour of quiet meditation and absorbing ambient aether, I had found my mind too cluttered to be restful, and so, as I often had since being rewarded with the very first keystone, I found myself intent upon a djinn relic as a way to focus my mind.

Now, staring down at it, I had to wonder what I had hoped to accomplish.

Unlike the first two keystones, I couldnt even fully enter this one. When my aether imbued it, I felt myself pulled inward like before, but instead of transitioning into the aetheric s.p.a.cerepresented previously by a sort of wall of purple energyI was pushed back.

The frustrating itch from my core only seemed to make focusing more difficult

Acknowledging the scar made the itch worse, and I couldnt help but focus on it, my mind digging into that itch like fingernails.

Aether no longer lingered around the wound. Aside from the scar, my core seemed to have healed completely, and I hadnt sensed any effect on my ability to channel or store aether. But that didnt make the itch any less irritating.

Releasing a small amount of aether from my core, I scratched at its surface to relieve the itch, but this did nothing. The sensation didnt feel like it was in my core, after all, but in the back of my mind. The worst part was, I couldnt tell if it was an actual physical sensation or just a thought that wouldnt let me go.

I cycled more aether, pus.h.i.+ng it out and reabsorbing it, a building desperation to scratch the itch swelling in my chest, laced with frustration that the wound had left behind this scar, like a memorial to my failure. Despite taking many wounds, some of them even more grievous, Id never been left with lingering pain or discomfort, not since my discovery of aether.

Maybe focusing on it is just making it worse? Sylvie suggested.

I had twin flashbacks to memories from both of my childhoods when my mother and Headmaster Wilbeck patiently explained that scratching my irritated skin would only make the itching worse in the long run.

Sighing, I pulled my mind away from the sensation. I needed to be intentional, purposeful in how I thoughtor didnt thinkabout it. And so I forced my concentration back to the keystone.

Settling my mind into a calmer place, I activated Realmheart and began attempting to manipulate the aether of the keystone in a variety of ways. Directly imbuing aether into it drew my mind toward it, but I was rebuffed without ever entering the interior keystone realm itself. Poking and prodding at the inherent aether and mana within the relic made the internal structure quake in an uncomfortable way, like I was at risk of breaking it, but did nothing to open it to me or reveal its contents.

Not sure why Im so worried about breaking it, its like its alreadybroken I trailed off, realization wiping away my frustration and replacing it with a sudden wary excitement.

Sylvies frown deepened and she sat up straighter, watching me silently.

The scar on my core itched again as I activated it, pus.h.i.+ng mana into Aroas Requiem. Aetheric motes spilled down my arms and jumped to the keystone, buzzing over the matte surface before being drawn into the relic. Closing my eyes, I let my mind flow with them, and again I was pulled inward. Darkness extended before me, full of distant pinpoints of light.

Then I was shunted uncomfortably back into my own body.

Did you feel that? I asked, too excited to be disappointed. Something was definitely different that time.

Sylvie shook her head and scooted slightly closer. But why?

The G.o.drune lets me sort ofpush time through an item, turning back the clock on something that is broken. I considered the exit portal from the snowy zone where Id met Three Steps and the other Shadow Claws. Then I remembered the visions of a potential future Id seen when attempting to unlock insight into that first keystone. Whether because of my own failures in understanding or some natural limit due to my affinity with spatium aether arts, I couldnt master it, not the way I did Realmheart. There arelimitations.

Still, I was eager to keep trying now that Id made some progressor at least thought I had.

Activating Aroas Requiem again, I let the amethyst motes gravitate toward the keystone on their own, not controlling them directly. I purposefully held my mind back, not wanting to be drawn into the keystone only to be forced out again, which would prevent me from tracking the G.o.drunes progress.

Aetheric particles buzzed over the keystone, some sinking into it, but only just below the surface. I felt them hanging there, suspended, almost trembling with suppressed purpose as my intention overrode the particles natural inclination.

I felt certain that Aroas Requiem was the key, but some keys turned differently than others.

My intent, I realized. Just as I had to purposefully consider the scar in a certain way to keep it from burrowing through my conscious mind, I had to channel the G.o.drune with a specific intent as well. Because it didnt simply allow me to fix a static object, but manipulate the way time had worked on that object.

That was the key. The relic wasnt broken or in need of fixing, but perhaps it had to be aligned with a certain state it had been in time to open.

Ingenious, I muttered, wondering at the djinn mind that had created such a puzzle.

Feeling myself beginning to grin, I adjusted the way I was holding the G.o.drune in my mind, and started pus.h.i.+ng the channeled aether through the keystone. I envisioned it not as repairing some broken internal component, but rather turning back the hands of a clock, setting a series of cogs into motion within.

As these metaphorical cogs turned, I put pressure on the relic, trying to ease into the keystone realm within.

The room went dark again. And slowly, very slowly, the dark gave way to plum purple, then light pink, and finally I found myself before a wall of amethyst energy.

It had worked, but I was not drawn through the aetheric barrier, nor could I push myself into it.

But I knew now what needed to be done. There were four keystones. Each was needed to progress my understanding of the aspect of Fate. Since Aroas Requiem had brought me to this point

With my mind entangled within the keystone, channeling aether into Realmheart took time. My connection to the G.o.drune felt distant and tentative, but I was certain about my course and so never doubted what I was attempting to do.

Dozens of white lines of pure mana appeared in my vision, spilling out of narrow gaps in the barrier, invisible without sight of the mana particles.

Leaning forward, I drifted into one of the gaps. It carved through the aether like a maze, but by following the trail of mana I easily pa.s.sed through. And it appeared within what I could only describe as an aetheric lightning storm.

Violet clouds of aether burst with bolts of hot white mana with a noise like shattering gla.s.s, the cras.h.i.+ng flashes coming one after another with sickening frequency. Within moments, I felt my temples begin to ache and burn, my consciousness already being drawn out of the keystone realm and back toward my body.

I gritted my teeth and leaned into the sensation, forcing my way forward.

A bolt of mana struck me, and my mind lurched to a memory.

Its okay. Im okay, Art.

Tessias voice. Gentle. Her hands, a soft caress

I sank to the cold, hard floor. Sobs ripped from my throat. Head resting in Tessias lap.

Her hands were warm, keeping me anch.o.r.ed, her voice like a healers magic, easing the pain

A second bolt struck me from a different direction, and suddenly, the emotion was gone, leaving me hollow as I considered the ramifications of colliding technology and magical advancement, pondering what Dicathen might look like in three, four, even five hundred years.

Flash.

Bile rose up in the back of my throat as my mind was yanked to the memory of a lecture on mana beast differentiation while Id been at Xyrus Academy.

Flash.

Eight years old. A maid standing in the doorway of a n.o.ble estate, looking down at me curiously.

h.e.l.lo. My name is Arthur Leywin. I believe my family is currently residing in this manor. May I speak to them?

A familiar voice in the background: Eleanor Leywin! There you are! You have got to stop running to the front door every time someone

My mothers eyes, wide, her words stopping mid-sentence, a bowl tumbling from her hands.

In front of my mother, a little girl, dazzling brown eyes gazing up at me with innocent curiosity, ash brown pigtails on each side of her head.

Bolt after bolt struck, jerking me from one random thought, memory, or consideration to the next until it felt like my skull would split down the middle.

I let go, and the keystone realm hurled me out. My eyes snapped open, stinging with sweat.

Sylvie was right next to me, a cloth in her hand, futilely attempting to wipe my face. There you are. I was worried sick. You went blank for a while, like your mind was totally empty.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and the ache behind my eyes was still very much present. Sorry, I thought, my throat too dry to speak comfortably. It wasdifferent, this time. Painful.

What did you see? Sylvie prodded my mind, and I opened up to her, drawing the events within the keystone forward. Oh. I see.

Its a lock, I think. To move past it, I need the insight contained within

The missing keystone, Sylvie said aloud as I thought it. She shook her head. I a.s.sume youll be prioritizing finding it, then?

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Looks like it.

Maybe you should go for a walk? Sylvie suggested, pa.s.sing me the damp hand towel. Im sure your sister would like to speak to you for more than a couple minutes.

You could come visit me, you know, Regis's voice intruded from across the zone. Just because Im stuck in a head in a jar and you can telepathically communicate with me from across the Relictombs doesnt mean the gesture wouldnt be appreciated. Plus, I think I might be turning into a pickle here.

I smiled despite myself and worked my fingers against my chest. Beneath the skin, my pulse was already beating slower, but this only brought attention back to my drained core and the itching scar across its surface. The feel of it wiped the smile off my face.

Yeah, I better check in on everyone, I admitted, stretching as I stood. Coming?

Sylvie shook her head before flopping down in the s.p.a.ce Id vacated. Im sorry, Arthur. What I learned when we first stepped into the Relictombsand with our fight nowI feel like I need some time to process it. These powers dont quite feel like mine yet. I just need some time to consider everything.

I can help if you want, I said, not really wanting to leave the room yet myself.

She gave a small shake of her head. I was planning on making Regis help me. As my sounding board, I guess.

Sweet, something to do, he thought to both of us.

Understanding what she meant, I tussled my bonds hairto which she responded by slapping my hand away playfullyand left the small room.

One of the servants was standing at the top of the stairs, and when they saw me appear they hurried over, bowed, and said, Lady Seris has stepped out but wanted me to inform you that she has come to a decision and would appreciate the opportunity to speak with you at your earliest convenience. She asked that I not disturb you, but wait until

I held up a hand, cutting them off. Thank you, I appreciate that. Message received.

They bowed and hurried away, vanis.h.i.+ng down the stairs.

I followed more slowly, checking the rooms around mine for Ellie, Caera, or Chul, but they werent present. The taproom below was empty as well, except for a couple of guards. Two more stood outside the door, but they didnt say anything as I pa.s.sed. I considered asking about the others but realized almost immediately I didnt have to.

A crash resounded through the city, and I could sense Chuls mana from halfway across the zone.

Following the noise of repeated concussive bursts, I pa.s.sed beyond the boundary of the ascenders neighborhood and found myself in an open park, the green gra.s.s bright beneath the faux-open sky. Fruit trees dotted the park, providing shade for tables and chairs where a handful of highbloodstheir station clear from their clothes alonesat and played Sovereigns Quarrel.

A burst of mana shook the leaves in the trees from not far away, drawing looks of ire from the concentrating highbloods.

Following the street that ran past this park, I soon found myself at a small outdoor arena. Half-moon stands wrapped around a sunken fighting pit surrounded by a protective field of mana. A few dozen spectators had gathered, filling in the stands in little pockets to watch as Cylrit and Chul faced off against one another in the arena below.

The two men stood slightly apart, Cylrit speaking deliberately as he repeated a motion with his arm, showing Chul something. I wasnt surprised Chul had sought Cylrit out for training and sparring. When considering them purely on scale of power, Chula half-phoenixfar outstripped the Vritra-blooded retainer, but Cylrit was still likely the most powerful fighter in Seriss force, and hed been actively fighting a war while Chul was hidden beneath the Beast Glades living the life of a pacifist.

I kept back, half-hidden around one end of the stands, not wanting to interrupt the two warriors but curious to see them spar.

Imbuing aether into my ears, I heard Cylrit continue, As forburning yourself out like a blazing candle, I see what you mean. Your body is powerful, and because you know you can exhaust your mana quickly, you lean into that, pus.h.i.+ng yourself hard at the beginning of a fight. And yet this only leads you to burn yourself out even more quickly.

Your instincts for battle are strong, however, dont doubt yourself in that regard. However, you rely on them heavily. To an enemy powerful enough to stand up to the raw strength of your first onslaught, this will make you predictable. You need study to augment instinct so that you are able to vary your tactics, especially as you seek to become more efficient as well.

Thats what Im doing, Chul said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

Cylrit nodded. Of course. Now, let us exchange a few more rounds. I want to see you put the strike I showed you into practice.

Chul fell back a few steps and Cylrit slipped into a defensive stance, his hands up, his gaze focused. Chul jolted forward, his fists snapping out in a series of crus.h.i.+ng blows. Cylrit used minimal force to deflect the blows, letting Chuls own force aid in the subtle s.h.i.+fting of Cylrits footing.

They paused, and Cylrit offered a correction on Chuls followthrough, then they repeated the exercise again. Letting my enhanced hearing abate as the noise of their sparring increased, I couldnt make out the conversation and instruction pa.s.sing between them, but I saw how quickly Chul adjusted and improved. There was an intentional focus to his training that I hadnt seen from him before.

His embarra.s.sment at the hands of the Scythe, Viessa, seemed to have been the evidence he needed that his lineage alone wasnt enough to bring him victory. Despite being more than twice my age, even considering both my lives, Chul was in many ways just a boy. His mother had been captured, imprisoned, and killed by Agrona, while his fathers entire race had been exterminated by Kezess. He pictured himself a righteous avenger. I could just see him fantasizing about charging from the Hearth to single-handedly defeat both Kezess and Agrona, bringing justice for his people.

I didnt have to imagine how he had felt when he realized that wasnt going to happen.

They s.h.i.+fted their training, Cylrit putting Chul on the defensive and having him block a series of increasingly powerful blows. After a few minutes, Cylrit even drew his sword, forcing Chul to defend bare-handed, the bursts of mana from each exchange sounding like thunderclaps that rumbled throughout the zone.

For some reason, seeing Chul so focused helped me relax. Although Id been too self-absorbed to acknowledge it, I was worried what the aftermath of our defeat would do to him mentally. Him showing such mental fort.i.tude seemed like the best-case scenario, meaning I had one less thing to worry about. I left the arena with a smile, my mind turning to Caera and my sister.

It took longer to find Ellie. She wasnt at the ascension portal, and none of the guards stationed there had seen her. Lauden of Highblood Denoir offered to send out a search party, but I a.s.sured him it wasnt an emergency and continued my search.

Ellies pure mana was unique, but it wasnt as visible as the show put on by Chul and Cylrit, and I couldnt sense it from as far away. In the end, it was something else entirely that led me to her.

As I made my way down Sovereign Boulevard, using Realmheart to search the mana, I nearly walked right into Mayla, who was carrying a basket full of fragrant food.

Professor! she said, doing a little skip of excitement. Ive been hoping to run into you since I heard you were back. I She hesitated as my gaze slipped away from her to scan the street. She turned to look over her shoulder, frowning. Is something wrong?

I rubbed the back of my neck, forcing a smile. No, Im just looking for my sister. I

Oh! Mayla bobbed up and down on her toes. Sorry, of course. Thats actually where Im going now. Scythe Seris suggested we train together, Seth, Eleanor, and me, and we have been while you were gone. Shes voracious, your sister. Barely stops training, but then She gave me an uncertain look. I suppose that makes sense, considering.

I held out a hand, offering to take the basket, and Mayla handed it over. Can you take me?

Maylas face lit up like a lighting artifact. Of course! I think weve just about become what you might call friends while training together. Even Seth has loosened up a bit about the whole Dicathian thing, but She hesitated, suddenly insecure. I figured it might make this place just a bit morewell, fun, yknow? And Ellie seemed pretty open about hanging out with Alacryans, even if hanging out has only ever been training really

I frowned, and her eyes widened.

I hope we didnt overstep! Maybe you didnt want her to make friends with Alacryans

No, Im glad to hear shes had people here. I didnt voice that Id felt guilty about leaving her and Caera, despite understanding that it was the best decision. Shes always had a lot of eyes on her. A lot of pressure withme being who I am.

I cant even imagine Mayla lost focus, her gaze downcast, then suddenly snapped back to the moment. Right, Ellie. Shes this way!

As we walked, Mayla kept up a constant stream of small talk, explaining the research she and Seth had been helping with, at least as best as she understood it. She awkwardly danced around the subject of my presence in their lives being the reason for their unusually potent bestowals.

Being honest, though, Im actually pretty ready to, you know, go home She shot me a quick glance, gauging my reaction. I dont want to go to war in Dicathen. And I really dont want to fight dragons. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself.

I thought back to Agronas message. Would these people really be spared his wrath if they simply agreed to lay down their weapons and go home, putting this entire uprising behind them and abandoning what theyd hoped to gain? It was difficult to picture. But surely even Agrona wouldnt punish kids like Mayla and Seth for being dragged into this all without even understanding what was happening.

My thoughts caught on a snag.

Even if they werent punished, theyd still end up at war with Epheotus. Mayla was a Sentry, and a potentially powerful one. How long would it take before she ended up right where Seths sister had

Agrona might not punish her, but he would burn her as kindling in his conflict with Kezess, and hed never even know hed done it.

I hope it doesnt come to that, I said after too long a pause.

A short hike later, we reached a guarded compound. The mage at the gate seemed to know Mayla by sight and let her through without question. He considered me for several seconds before seeming to make up his mind and waving me through into the outer courtyard.

I heard Boos low moan and the thunk of mana arrows before I saw Ellie. Her arm was wrapped in a glowing cast of mana, her bow drawn, a mana arrow conjured against the string. A shooting range took up the right side of the courtyard, while large doors opened into the rest of the compound. A strong hum of mana came from within, and many mana signatures milled about throughout the building.

Boo looked up and grunted. Ellie glanced at me over her shoulder, her brows pinched together in a small frown, then turned back to her target and released the arrow. It split into multiple arrows mid-flight, each of which struck a separate target before exploding in controlled bursts of mana that sent up a cloud of debris.

Seth, who had been sitting against the nearby wall with his eyes closed, flinched and nearly toppled from his bench. He grinned in embarra.s.sment as he opened his eyes; seeing me standing next to Mayla, the grin slipped away.

I raised my hand in greeting, remembering the last time Id seen him. I didnt blame him for being upset with me. After all, one moment Id been his professorhis mentor evenand the next hed watched me fight two Scythes before vanis.h.i.+ng out of his life without a word. And that was before he knew I was an enemy of Alacrya.

Hey, look who I found! Mayla said, her chipper tone sounding slightly forced as she took her basket and hurried over to the others. And, um, I brought the food, too.

Seth gave me a stiff nod as he took a couple of rolls filled with meat and cheese. He immediately shoved one in his mouth, staring down at the other as he chewed.

Boo looked at Ellie and growled something.

Im not hungry yet, she said, firing off an arrow that spiraled into several beams of light that flashed rapidly, making them difficult to look at.

Boo growled again, lower this time.

No. I need to keep going. My arm feels fine, she shot back, an edge of anger creeping into her tone.

Mayla glanced from Ellie to Seth, then gave me an uncomfortable smile. Um, anyway, Ellies been able to tell us all kinds of stuff about your continent. Its been prettyinteresting She trailed off as I approached my sister.

Laying a hand gently on Ellies arm, I said, El, if even Boo is saying so, then its probably time for a break. Youre going to hurt yourself

I can handle it, she snapped, releasing the held arrow. It fizzled and missed its target, bursting harmlessly against a stone wall. Grimacing, she drew and fired a quick shot, making the arrow bend and twist through the air so that it struck a different target.

I watched quietly, my focus on her broken arm and the strain she was putting on it each time she drew her bow. As she shot, I realized she was also activating her spellform to push and pull mana throughout her body in an exercise to strengthen her control over it, something Lyra said would be essential to fully utilizing the spells it granted her.

Clever, I thought, pride intermingling with worry.

Watching my sister push herself so hard only reminded me of the many ways in which I had failed. My most important goal in this life was always to keep my family safe. It was hard to argue that Id done that as I watched my wounded sister practice killing our enemies.

I glanced at Seth and Mayla, who were sitting on the bench eating in silence. Mayla looked away too late, trying to act as if she hadnt been listening intently.

Taking a step closer to my sister, I turned my gaze on the targets out in the distance.

I couldnt do it, I said quietly, afraid to see her expression. I couldnt save her.

There was a pause before Ellie fired another arrow. Yeah, I figured.

She shot another, then another. The pulses of mana from her spellform swelled significantly, and thena tremor ran through her. An arrow vanished from the bowstring, and even her cast seemed to falter, the mana fading in and out around her broken arm. She gasped in pain, and the bow slipped from her grasp to clatter onto the ground before sinking to her knees.

Boo moaned and rushed over to her protectively, pressing his nose into her hair and snuffling. Gold light flowed from him, suffusing Ellie.

Mayla and Seth were both on their feet. Mayla had one hand over her mouth, while the other clutched Seths in a white-knuckled grip. Seth was chewing on the inside of his lip and looking nervous.

I reached for Ellie, but she batted my hand away with her good one. I can do it myself! she snapped, clutching the broken arm to her stomach. Slowly, mana oozed into shape around it, recreating the cast. From the sweat on her brow and the way her shoulders trembled, though, I knew she was in incredible pain.

El, let me

I said I got it! she yelled, pulling back and glaring up into my face. Whats the point, anyway!

She fell back onto her rear and curled her torso around her arm, tears welling up in her anger-filled eyes. Weve had to sacrifice so muchendure so muchyouve had to leave me and mom all the time, and we still cant even save the people we love! Her voice grew louder and more raspy with each word until she was shouting. I want dad back! I want Tess back. I want my brother back!

All I could do was stand there, letting Ellies emotions wash over me. Im justso mad. And I feel so helpless. I cant do anything myself, cant change anything! No matter how strong I get, Ill never be strong enough to make a difference in a war where even you can lose a fight. And that scares me, Arthurit terrifies me.

Sometimes I wish we all still lived in Xyrusor even Ashberjust some regular rural kid like any other girl my age. I could just look up at this great figure named Arthur Leywin and know deep down that he was going to protect me and everyone I lovedsolve all our problemsand I could leave big important matters to powerful people like him. But I cant.

She stared into my eyes, her jaw working as she clenched her teeth. Because that same person is my brother, and I see how even the powerful people all around me are struggling, and I know it might not be enoughthey might not be enoughyou might not be enoughand so I have to do something, but Im just never going to be strong enough for it to matter

The words spilled out of her until she had no more breath, and then she deflated, struggling to breathe, trying and failing to keep herself under control.

As I reached for her, Seth appeared next to me before easing down in front of Ellie. Mayla sat beside her, wrapped an arm around her, and rested her head on Ellies shoulder, heedless of the huge bearlike mana beast hulking over them.

Iunderstand what youre going through, Eleanor, Seth said haltingly. And youre right. About it all. Vritra, but I miss my sister. And I used to think just the same about her, you know? I He paused, clenching his jaw to hold back his emotions before speaking again. I dont think Ive ever felt as helpless as when the news came back that shed died. I hated you Dicathians for that, and I hated the highbloods and the Vritra clan for sending her. ButI think I hated myself even more. Shed been so set on getting me the healing I neededIve always been sickly, frailand I thought maybe she wouldnt have volunteered for such dangerous a.s.signments if it werentwell, you get it.

Ellie had gone quiet. Whether because they were her peers or just not her brother, she seemed more ready to accept the comfort they provided in that moment.

Professor Grey Seth cleared his throat. Um, Arthuryour brotherhe was the first person who made me feel seen, like I was worth something, since Circe died. Like someone actually cared. He shook his head, an amazed smile on his face. And then I learn hes not even from this continent. It really knocked me for a loop, you know?

He sat in silence for a moment, then seemed to remember he had been speaking. Anyway, my point is that you never know wholl have power in your life, or whose life youll impact. Maybe youre not as strong as a Scythe or Sovereign. That doesnt have to be how you change the world. Maybemaybe youre just kind to someone. A flush suddenly crept up his neck to his cheeks. I dont know, I justwell, I just wanted to tell you youre not alone.

He reached out and patted her hand awkwardly before standing up and taking a step back. Tentatively, he looked at me from the corner of his eye. I smiled appreciatively, and he looked back at the ground.

I started to speak, wanting to add somethinganythingbut I caught Boos eye. The guardian bear gave me an empathetic nod, and I understood what he meant. She was going to be okay. What needed to be said already had been, and Ellie was in good hands.

Returning his nod, I turned and left.