Seirion felt his heart burst inside his chest.
It wasn't possible. Erian couldn't see him. He couldn't…
And yet, Erian knew.
Seirion's hand trembled over the cage.
He didn't know whether to step back or move all the way closer. The only thing he could do was look at him, his soul knotted tight.
"I don't know who you are," Erian said softly. "Or why you're doing all this."
He rose slowly, feeling his way across the ground with his hands.
"I'm going to speak to you," Erian added. "Maybe you don't want to answer, but I want you to listen."
Seirion hadn't expected Erian to dare speak directly to him least of all with that calm that felt like defiance.
A god should not tremble at the voice of a mortal, and yet something in Erian's low, steady tone unsettled him. His lips pressed into a tight line, and a stab of discomfort crossed his chest.
Erian slowly turned his head and, in an unexpected gesture, directed his gaze straight to where Seirion stood.
