After observing Liam a moment longer, Mabel slowly closed her eyes.
The faint glow lingering in her gaze faded as she released Myst Sense, allowing the deeper layer of perception to dissolve. When her eyes opened again, the room returned to its ordinary state—the quiet dorm, the lantern light, and Liam sitting at the edge of his bed looking far more human than the complex mystical structure she had just witnessed moments ago.
"Surprisingly," Mabel said evenly as her eyes settled on him again, "you are doing better than you should be."
Liam remained seated, his posture relaxed though the fatigue still lingered in his movements.
"There are no complications within your Myst system," she continued. "Your channels appear stable, and the flow of Myst through them has already begun to normalize."
She paused briefly before finishing her observation.
"And your core…" she added.
For a moment, she seemed to consider her wording.
"Your core seems to have already adapted to your growth."
