Elion probed quietly within himself, pushing past the haze of pain and the ringing in his ears as he reached out with his senses to trace Esme and Ophelia's presence.
If they were anywhere nearby, and if they had somehow made their way into the arena or were close enough to sense what was happening, then they would come, and he knew that without a doubt, they would throw themselves into danger without hesitation just to save him, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.
The connection stretched outward, and he found their distant presences.
Elion let out a slow breath of relief, his shoulders loosening ever so slightly despite the injuries that screamed in protest at even the smallest movement, because at least that was one problem he did not have to worry about.
