Waylon
He stood in his citadel knowing Ryder was further from him than she had been previously, had returned to the city of Nightingale, and he knew because he was standing with his eyes closed, focused upon her and what she was doing, or seeing to be more precise. It was night and raining where she was, a heavy, almost torrential downpour, and she stood under the eve of a building watching the rain.
He knew it was the city of Nightingale because he'd been there before. She was in the military ring on the outskirts of the city, likely where she and the other Eyes lived, he supposed, but as he focused on what she was smelling he could in fact scent the most common flower of the city itself, sweet and alluring even in the rain.
He could pick the difference between realms just by smelling
