He didn't stop walking.
That was the first decision, made in the half-second between seeing them and reaching the point of no return. Stopping would communicate something. Changing direction would communicate more. So he kept walking, at the same pace, with the same expression, across the lobby toward the revolving doors.
Riven saw him immediately.
Lysandra had been watching him since before he stepped out of the elevator.
"Seren." Riven's voice was easy. Warm. The performance version, not the one from yesterday afternoon in the conference room. "I was hoping to catch you."
"You said that last time," Seren said.
He didn't stop.
Riven fell into step beside him.
Lysandra didn't move from where she was standing. She stayed near the reception desk with her hands clasped and her expression composed and her eyes tracking him with the patient, assessing quality that Seren had been reading for weeks.
Not hostile.
Measuring.
"You know each other," Seren said.
