The silence stretched a little longer after Sylven's words. It settled heavily across the small room.
The faint warmth of the tea did little to ease the tension that had taken hold of the air. Sylven remained seated. His small frame was still but his expression was far from idle.
His eyes lowered slightly as he fell into thought, the earlier calm now replaced by deeper and more contemplative expression. It was clear he was weighing every piece of what he had just heard and connecting it to what he already knew about this world and the Sky Anchor that sustained it.
Across from him, Erend remained quiet. His gaze lingered on Sylven to measure him and considering how much to say and how much to keep hidden.
He had already chosen not to reveal everything, especially the truth about the Void Architect and their role in this situation.
That piece remained locked behind his silence for now for caution. Trust had not yet been earned just because he was also a Dragonborn. Not fully.
