"Living inside it," Gad repeated, the words landing heavier than anything else spoken that morning. "You mean it's not just reaching through the binding anymore. It's using it as a place to exist."
"I think so," Mira said, her voice steady not minding the fear underneath it. "I can't explain it perfectly. It's like feeling someone else's heartbeat through your own skin. Faint, constant and getting less faint every day."
Bellan pulled his chair closer, urgency overtaking his exhaustion. "Show me. If you're comfortable. I want to understand what this actually feels like, as much as you're able to describe it."
Mira nodded, closing her eyes, focusing inward the way Gad had once described searching for the current beneath his own skin. Her breathing slowed, steadied, and after a long moment
