The quiet inside the private room seemed thicker from this distance.
Elara could hear the faint hum of the privacy seal behind Lucavion, the soft resonance travelling through the silver lines embedded in the door before dissolving into the walls. Somewhere behind her, the unfinished formation continued shedding the last traces of mana, each pale thread dimming across the plate until only the smell of warmed crystal and old paper remained. Lucavion stood between those two things, close enough now that she could see the tiny movements his earlier distance had concealed.
His fingers shifted.
The thumb pressed against the side of his index finger, loosened, then returned.
Elara's eyes followed it.
Strangely...
She was enjoying this.
The realization appeared with enough absurdity that her steps almost faltered.
'Why is this fun?'
