"What are you planning to do now?"
The question drifted over the cliffside, carried by the high wind and the distant pulse of the city below. The two of them remained near the edge, legs hanging over a drop that could have swallowed towers whole.
Far beneath their boots, mana lamps moved through streets like veins of pale fire, and the world looked small enough to be held in one hand. It was a lie, of course. The world was never small. It only enjoyed pretending from a distance.
Rhosyn watched the lights for a while, black hair shifting against her shoulders. "The same thing I told you before. I will stay near you. Not above you nor behind you as some hidden guardian you only notice when something goes wrong. Near you. Close enough that if something comes for you, I can reach it before it reaches your throat."
