Sera's POV
I felt it before he said anything, which is still new enough that I haven't learned how to hold it properly.
It starts as a low hum under my sternum sometime in the late afternoon, faint at first, easy to mistake for my own unease, until I realize it's steadier than anything I'm actually thinking about, a current running beneath my thoughts rather than through them. By the time Dax comes to find me in the healer's cabin, jaw tight, eyes distant in the particular way they get when he's turning something over that he hasn't decided how to say yet, I already know something's wrong before he opens his mouth.
"You're worried," I say, before he manages a greeting.
He stops in the doorway, something flickering across his face: surprise, maybe, or the particular discomfort of a man
