Snow Team did not respond with words they rarely did when something mattered.
But something shifted anyway.
Tails moved in subtle arcs. Postures eased without loosening. Attention tightened instead of scattering. Even Legend, who never bothered hiding his reactions, glanced away briefly as if the moment was too intimate to look at directly.
Victor's hold did not loosen.
If anything, the arm around Felicity's waist settled more firmly, not restraining, not claiming in a way that needed naming, just present. She leaned into it without thought, as naturally as someone leaning into warmth on a cold night.
Someone drew breath as if to say something that would fracture the quiet no one spoke.
Her tail moved slowly behind her, swaying in an easy rhythm that matched the soft lift and fall of her breathing. "I didn't have anyone," she said again after a while.
