Aestrith spoke to Tam in a low voice, too quiet for Beorn to catch from across the room. Tam's attention was wrong. She was looking at her own hands, but her focus wasn't actually on them. Beorn wondered what she might be sensing instead.
"Don't reach for it," Aestrith said. "Let it sit. You've been doing it for weeks without knowing. Don't start trying now."
Tam frowned, confused. "That doesn't make any sense."
"It will make sense when it happens."
"What if nothing happens?"
"It's already happening," Aestrith said.
Beorn stood against the far wall with his arms at his sides. Twice, his right hand shifted toward where the ledger should have been. Both times it met empty air.
Then the room changed.
