Serena turned to look at the platforms she could see. Fin's face was drawn, searching his memory, coming up empty.
"I don't know," Aeron said. It visibly pained him to say it. Serena appreciated the vulnerability.
Hyran's platform was angled so she could see only the edge of his shoulder. She couldn't read him. Maelor was facing away entirely.
The two people most likely to know this answer couldn't speak, and the people who could speak couldn't tell if they knew it.
The heat beneath them pulsed. A reminder. The voice didn't repeat questions and it didn't wait forever.
Serena made the calculation. Her platform had two correct answers already. It was turned inward, locked, stable.
"Think my name," she called. "I'll take it."
Dex's head turned towards her. His eyes said everything his mouth didn't need to: are you sure?
She did not return the look, and kept her gaze forward.
