Lucavion's mouth curved at her certainty, but the clerk denied him whatever answer he might have offered. "Elowyn Caerlin. Room Seven."
Elara rose and headed toward the corridor. The door opened as she approached, and Cedric emerged with the folder beneath his arm. She searched his face before he had taken two steps.
He gave her a small nod.
Some of the tension left her shoulders. The registrar called from inside before either of them could speak, forcing Elara to pass Cedric and enter. Room Seven closed behind her.
Cedric returned to the waiting area with the uncomfortable certainty that Elara had been calmer upon his return than when he entered. Lucavion was responsible. Cedric had always recognized when her thoughts began turning against her, and assuming control of the danger had once seemed the natural answer.
Lucavion had accomplished the same end by irritating her until she regained control of herself.
