The silence in the corridor stretched long enough to become noticeable. Keal was listening.
Of course he was.
Silver's eyes widened slightly as the realization hit her too.
"This is exactly what I was talking about," she breathed.
I made a decision.
If Keal wanted proof of a bond snapping into place, arguing about blankets wasn't going to convince him of anything.
I crossed the room slowly, closing the distance between us until barely a foot separated Silver from me.
She went still, breath catching.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Selling the story." I kept my voice low, pitched to carry just far enough. "He needs to hear something he can't argue with."
Understanding crossed her face a heartbeat before I lifted a hand, brushing a damp strand of hair back from her cheek.
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