"Uncle," Gara spoke softly into the ring, "are you anywhere near Sir Idris?"
Through the crystal, he could hear the faint patter of rain.
"Wait a moment," came the reply.
A pause, then the voice returned. "I've pulled over to a hut. I'm far enough from Sir Idris now. What happened? What do you want to tell me?"
Relief swept through Gara. Tristan always understood without needing explanations.
"The delivery is over. Everyone's safe and healthy. Uncle, please come to my village alone later and check on my children."
"It's done?" Tristan's voice lightened with relief. "Thank the stars you and the babies are well. Very well, once things settle down in town, I'll head over. With this rain, I only need to manage security around the burned area first."
"Alright. Be careful, Uncle."
Outside, it took only minutes for Wina to raise a new barrier. She ordered Madha and Fian to change clothes first, since the two had been drenched standing guard in the rain.
