Iruen stepped into the chamber as Nyxar spoke the words behind him.
The doors closed with a low, final sound that cut off the corridor completely.
The room beyond felt contained in a way the open balconies never did, its walls rising high and the light from the iron brackets casting steady patterns across the stone.
Flames burned low and even, their glow reflecting off the long platform at the far end. Kaelith stood there, his frame outlined against the dimness, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the structure as though he had been examining something only he could see.
He did not turn right away. The moment stretched, giving the bond time to announce the human's presence before any words passed between them.
The connection inside Iruen's chest came alive at once. It was not the distant stir he had grown used to.
This time it felt like a thread pulling tight, carrying a clear sense of Kaelith's attention straight into him.
