"What did he say?" I asked.
"Very little," she said. "He agreed that you should hear this only when I was certain."
I looked at the window again.
That sounded like him. Not rushing in with answers. Not turning the moment into something about what he felt or wanted from it. Waiting until it could be spoken clearly. Giving it space first. I did not know why that mattered to me in this moment. But it did.
"Will it happen all at once?" I asked.
"I don't know," Sera said honestly. "Maybe not. There may be more heat. More pressure. More sharpening in your senses. You may feel anger differently. Hunger differently. Space differently. Or it may stay small a little longer and build from there." She paused. "I need you to tell me when it changes."
I nodded once.
She leaned forward slightly, n
