Zaeryn walked down the wide hallway with his hands in his jacket pockets, genuinely relieved to finally be out of the public eye.
He moved at an easy pace, his footsteps the only sound in the corridor besides the low ambient hum the Citadel always seemed to carry, like the building itself was thinking.
Up ahead, two figures stood speaking near a set of reinforced doors. One was a Warlady in full tactical armor, rigid and alert even at rest. The other was High Commander Lysara, and there was never any confusion about which one of them the other was reporting to.
Lysara noticed him almost immediately. Her gaze found him the way it always did, without moving her head first, like she'd already known he was there and was just deciding when to acknowledge it.
She said something low to the Warlady beside her.
The woman gave a single nod, glanced once at Zaeryn, then turned on her heel and strode off down the corridor without a word.
