(Kaelen)
I hear the commotion from the east corridor.
Not fighting — the sound of fighting I know now, have catalogued in the last several weeks of training and the eastern border and the particular alertness that comes with living in a house preparing for war. This is different. Voices. Running. The specific quality of noise that means something has gone wrong in a way that doesn't have a clean response.
I'm in the corridor before I've made a decision about it.
Sora is coming toward me from the opposite direction, and her face — Sora who keeps her face so professionally arranged that I've started reading the small shifts instead of looking for large ones — is doing something it rarely does.
"Lara," she says. Just that.
My stomach drops.
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The outer grounds.
That's what they're
