Lyra finally stopped beside Selene, and although her breathing was controlled, her chest was still rising from her short sprint.
Her crimson eyes flicked toward the towering tree, then to Kael, who was now teasing the twins as if summoning colossal miracles was nothing more than stretching before breakfast.
"What… What is he doing?" Lyra whispered, her voice polite, almost cautious.
Selene's silver gaze didn't waver from Kael.
"Building order, I guess," she replied.
Lyra blinked. "Order?"
"Water. Waste. Flow." It was Alenia who spoke now, her lips curved faintly. "The things you never notice until they're gone. He's giving them to you before you realize you need them."
Lyra frowned softly, curiosity swelling.
It wasn't a full answer—far from it—but the calm certainty in Selene's and Alenia's tones eased her worries.
If it was Kael's doing, then perhaps chaos was not chaos at all.
