The escort delivered me to the edge of the bamboo grove and took up their previous positions without a word. The observation layers brushed the outer formations as I crossed the last stretch of path. Inside the pavilion the privacy seals locked the moment the door closed.
They were already standing.
Lydia's eyes went to the seal on my forearm and the residual tension still present in the way I carried the arm. Seraphina's silver gaze tracked the faint external resonance that clung to me from the waking anchor. Vale had a spatial anchor already active in one hand, the other resting near the storage ring that held the remaining escape tools. Elizabeth simply waited until I sealed the final privacy layer.
"Report."
