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He watched for eleven minutes. Aelara knew because she counted, not because she was timing him, just because the numbers were something to do with her mind while she stood next to Vaelor at the edge of the waypoint and tried to act like she was not very aware of every inch between them.
Caelum had not moved since they arrived at the overnight camp. He had set his pack down, checked the perimeter in the specific automatic way he checked perimeters, eaten the food Cael's unit provided, and then sat on a flat rock near the east wall and watched Vaelor.
Not staring. Not performing. He had the quality he had when he was building a complete picture of something before he made any move at all. He did it with people, with spaces, with situations that required a full read before a decision. He was doing it now with his father.
