The strange thing was that no one could point to when it started.
Only that it didn't stop.
Felicity noticed it first when she stood too quickly and braced for the usual wobble.
It never came.
Her balance held. Her vision stayed steady. Her breath evened out faster than it should have.
She frowned faintly, then let it go.
Around her, the camp shifted.
Ivan's people finished perimeter checks in half the time. Marx's lightning stabilized into tighter arcs, cleaner and more precise. Legend's shadows clung closer to him, obedient instead of restless. Sam's sound dome expanded and thinned without conscious correction, like it had memorized the camp's rhythm.
Snow Team felt it too.
Voss stopped pacing.
Not abruptly. Gradually.
The restless edge inside him didn't vanish, but it narrowed. Smoothed. He caught himself standing with his back to Felicity without thinking, posture loose in a way that would have been unthinkable yesterday.
