Nerya's laughter gradually faded, but the effect it had produced in the room remained for some time.
The mirrors no longer shared the same light, the lunar lines on the floor were almost completely extinguished, and even the manor seemed different, as though a tension maintained for generations had just been removed from its walls.
Kael could hear footsteps in the corridor, low voices on the floor below, and some argument among the family members Mereth had left behind, but no one tried to enter.
Maybe because the head of the House was still there.
Maybe because everyone had felt the change in Inner Moon and still did not know how to react to the fact that a two-hundred-year-old tradition had just stopped being inevitable.
Nerya tried to stand again.
Kael tightened his grip slightly on her arm.
"I already told you."
"I'm fine."
"You fell less than a minute ago."
"That doesn't mean—"
Her legs gave out again.
Kael caught her.
