Beta Cyril.
She spotted him standing with Sera, Claudia, and Charles near one of the long tables arranged around the open arena. The group had formed a small pocket of calm amid the buzzing curiosity spreading through the party.
"Beta Cyril…"
Cyril turned behind him at the sound of his title and found the girl standing there. He recognized her immediately. Elder Ben's granddaughter. He had seen her around.
They had never spoken.
He raised a brow slightly, curious.
Jean bowed respectfully to him and to Claudia.
"Could I please speak with you for a moment, Beta Cyril?"
"of course." Cyril turned back briefly to the group beside him.
"Excuse me."
Sera gave him a small smile as he stepped away.
"How are you feeling now?" Charles asked Sera.
"I feel good actually. I don't feel any pain anymore."
