A pause.
A meter above the moss, Quinlan's brow ticked up a hair. His Lust Demon did not generally ask for things. She just was, content to observe from his soul realm and chime in here and there, often just amused commentary like a proper backseat gamer.
But now, her voice was serious.
Quinlan didn't know why that was the case, but he trusted her. Thus, he mentally shrugged.
'Sure.'
His hand turned palm up and pulled a seam open in front of his hovering body without lowering himself out of the float. The threshold of his soul realm lit dim at its edges.
"Step through here, ladies. Nyxara wants a word."
The seam stayed open.
Sylvaris was the first to move toward it.
