POV: Eros
He manifests fully. And asks permission.
The between-space is behind me.
Not inaccessible — I could step back into it, the boundary is still available in the way it has always been available, the option of returning to the margins remaining open regardless of what I choose to do from the margins' edge. But I'm not in the between-space anymore. I'm in the physical world, fully manifested, the first time in the time since she awakened that I've been here rather than there.
It's different.
The between-space permits observation and adjustment and the minimum-scale interventions that have been my operating mode. The physical world permits presence, and presence is categorically different from observation in ways that I'm processing in real time as the hours pass and the group adjusts to what I am being visible rather than ambient.
The Direwolf heir looks at me differently in the physical world than she looked at me in the dreamspace.
