"Come back," she said, without looking back. "Slowly. Feel the ground. Learn where your body ends." He followed her obediently.
But inside… But the astonishment didn't pass.
He walked behind Elizabeth with deliberately short, almost exaggerated steps, like someone learning to walk again after an accident—or after discovering that the ground was now optional.
Each leaf under his feet seemed to react to the touch, each root conveyed too much information. It wasn't just touch. It was reading. The world was… legible.
He hated it a little… And loved it too.
"Don't speed up," Elizabeth said without turning her face, noticing the subtle adjustment in his pace. "You're still 'escaping' the ground."
"I'm not trying," Damon replied, tense. "My body just… does."
"I know."
She stopped suddenly.
Damon almost walked right past her, which would have been embarrassing, considering he was still trying not to walk through people like doors.
