"Not entirely. Not yet." Rohan glanced around the gathering crowd of familiar faces — Jorren's steady presence, Bryan's careful attention, Iri pushing through the gathering crowd with her medical satchel still slung over one shoulder, having clearly abandoned whatever task she'd been mid-way through the moment word reached her. "I came back first. Before anything else. There's someone I promised I'd tell in person, if I ever found a way."
Maerin's gaze followed his toward the gathered crowd, understanding settling into her expression with the particular clarity of someone who'd watched this exact story unfold from its earliest, most uncertain beginnings.
"She's on watch rotation," Maerin said. "Eastern wall, this shift. She doesn't know you're here yet — word's spread through the common chambers faster than it's reached the outer positions."
