"So he moves fast," I said.
"Or he moves smart," Daven said. "Those aren't always the same thing."
The room held that distinction.
From the carry-cradle in the adjacent room: Ren, making the conversational sound.
Not alarmed. Not distressed. The regular, present, I'm-here sound of someone in their normal morning.
My wolf: *She's fine too.*
I know, I said.
*She's been fine through all of this,* my wolf said. *Every crisis, every late night, every back room meeting. She sleeps, she eats, she regards the ceiling fan with appropriate skepticism.*
She's resilient.
*She's what she is,* my wolf said. *The convergence isn't fragile. It's not something that breaks under pressure. It bends toward honesty and honesty doesn't break.* A pause. *He misunderstood what he was trying to stop. His
