"You've both grown."
While they weren't quite at the age for growth spurts, the swordswoman still noticed the differences in the two boys… especially since the changes weren't all physical. Kaland's essence field was now under almost constant use, thanks to the ambient vibrations of Sound all around him. Ajoreal's spirit meanwhile seemed like it was always on the edge of doing *something* that reminded Qatrand of what it felt like to poke a tendril of her sense through one of Fusand's Projections.
Both of them tensed a bit at the odd feeling, considering she wasn't doing her usual best to prevent them from noticing her assessment. If anything she was being intentional with it to see what they did while sitting at the dinner table. The way it coiled was *not* the same as Elua pressing down her spiritual pressure or even when their ancient instructor poked at them with a small bit of Intent.
