Corva sat.
Not idle — Silo understood by now that Corva's sitting was its own kind of work. She was running something internal that he didn't have access to and didn't need to, the sixty-year intelligence that had told her something was watching when nothing else had.
Reine had been in Bekah's garden all morning.
Silo had checked on her twice in the rotation's path — she wasn't there in the way of someone seeking distraction. She was there in the way of someone who had found, in the specific physical fact of growing things, a version of steadiness that complemented whatever else she was feeling. She'd looked up once when he passed. He'd nodded. She'd nodded back. That was sufficient. That was the whole conversation.
He paused at the east wall.
Looked at the compound from the perimeter
