Tohu did not summon another thin agent. He stood alone in a chamber of dark glass and moving stormlight, the confirmation from Sael still fresh in his mind, and opened a formal channel himself. No relay theater. No polite intermediary to delay the request. The request carried his mark cleanly enough to strike the outer screen of Sera's territory with the weight of decided distance-wasting.
Sera accepted it after a pause long enough to signify that acceptance was still hers to make.
Their images resolved to face each other across the link -- not full, but close enough that expression and pressure carried. Tohu looked as he always did when business turned serious: loose posture, sharp eyes, the residual amusement of one who'd decided the other was going to be inconvenient.
Sera looked calm. Always looked calm when she was already three moves ahead of the conversation.
"You touched my boundary,"," she said.
