Nobody moved for a long moment.

Obsidian stood at the passage entrance with the ruins of Silvermoon around him and looked at Marina with the expression he used when he was doing the math on something that had not resolved the way he expected.

Silvain was still positioned between them. Not aggressive. Just present. Marina could feel the bond mark running warm between them, steady and alert.

Cian was on her left, his magic clean and his own for the first time in eight months, and she could feel him deciding what to do with his hands.

"A conversation," Obsidian said.

"Yes," Marina said.

"About what I do with the...