He didn't announce this.
He sat with it for several days.
Then he went to see Lyr.
Lyr was still in Valdenmoor — had been since arriving six months ago. The coal keeper and the holder had found something in the archive and in Ora's ongoing work and in the school that they hadn't expected to find: a place where the long duration of their experience was directly useful.
Lyr was teaching.
Not a formal position — no title, no assigned sessions. Simply being present in the school in a way that students found when they needed it. Sitting in the courtyard or the archive or the fifth building's between-space practice space. Students gravitating to the specific quality of someone who had kept something burning for very long and who understood, in the body and not just in the mind, what the keeping felt like.
He found Lyr in the fifth building.
Sitting with two tenth-class students who were doing the gradient work in the practice space.
