Rhosyn sat back down, the motion unhurried, as if the weight of everything that had just been spoken needed a physical anchor to settle. Her posture was composed again, though something softer lingered beneath it, a trace of what she had allowed herself to show only moments before.
"What will you do tomorrow?" she asked. Her voice was calm, but not distant. "I heard your conversation with your friend. About going out to look for traces of the Rifts."
Trafalgar lifted his gaze to her, then looked away again as he scratched lightly at the back of his head. The answer came without calculation, shaped more by instinct than strategy.
"I'll go with him," he said. "I don't expect to find anything." His eyes shifted back to hers. "You're here now. What I was actually searching for is already in front of me."
He exhaled slowly, the sound carrying some of the pressure still coiled in his chest.
