Victor slowly pulled in a breath as the bracelets and anklets finally activated. There was no light, no dramatic sound, no elegant warning.
An immediate, clean increase—like his own body had been pushed against the ground by something invisible. His muscles reacted on instinct, contracting to support what had once been effortless. He stayed still for a second, adjusting his breathing, feeling the new balance.
"…It's different," he commented, moving his fingers first, then his arm, and finally forcing his body to rise a bit more. It wasn't pretty, but it wasn't a disaster either. "But I can move. It's not impossible."
Serafall watched without hurry, arms crossed, like someone who already knew exactly what his reaction would be.
"Of course you can," she replied simply. "That's still light."
