The moment stretched impossibly long.
Faelyn's heart pounding.
Waiting for judgment.
Waiting for the question that would break her careful story apart.
Waiting for—
A long pause.
Then Nyx smiled slightly.
"No. I suppose it doesn't. You're helping us. That's enough."
Relief flooded through Faelyn so intensely she nearly swayed.
'He's... he's letting it go. For now.'
[For NOW, Fur. He's still watching. Still wondering. But he's not going to push. Yet.]
"But," Nyx continued, voice still soft but carrying weight, "if there comes a time when those secrets put you in danger... when not knowing prevents us from protecting you properly... I hope you'll trust us enough to share them."
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'He's right. Whatever she's hiding, it could be a vulnerability. Something enemies could exploit if we don't understand it. But forcing her to reveal it now would only push her away. Trust has to be earned. On both sides.'ฅᨐฅ
Faelyn nodded slowly.
