A second presence joined the link. Softer, gentler, with the quiet focus of a woman who spent her days shaping metal with precision.
Kaelira's mental voice was warm.
<…Right. Of course you don't.> A pause came, and he could feel Kaelira thinking, organizing the problem with the methodical care of a master smith.
He pulled a soul soldier aside and gave him the errand. Within a minute, his dutiful elf's voice sounded in his head again.
