Sera studied him for a moment longer, then nodded slowly. "I'll speak to him," she said. "Not now… but before it settles into something harder to undo."
Dimitri didn't object. He didn't question it. "You'll choose the right moment," he said.
"I always do."
A faint smile touched her lips, not pride, not arrogance, just quiet certainty.
They resumed walking. The corridor stretched ahead, dim and steady, leading them deeper into the estate as the night continued to unfold around them.
After a few steps, Sera spoke again, her voice softer now. "She called herself the fox."
Dimitri glanced at her, a flicker of something warmer crossing his expression. "Did she?"
Sera nodded. "Said she was the one falling."
Dimitri let out a low breath, something between a huff and a quiet laugh. "Then we teach her how to land," he said.
Sera's gaze softened. "Yes," she murmured. "We do."
