(Caius)
I lifted the page again, but I didn't read at once.
My attention remained on Isla beside me, though anyone watching would only see a brief pause before proceedings continued. Her face was composed again, more than it had been a moment ago, but there was something changed in the air around her that no paper in my hand could distract me from. Vorak had gone utterly alert inside me, silent now in the way he became when instinct had already reached a conclusion before language caught up.
I knew what I'd just witnessed.
Not fully, not in every detail, but enough. Something buried in her had answered the pressure of this place, this room, these names, these people forced to hear truth spoken aloud where lies had ruled for years. Sera had been right. Isla's wolf had never been absent.
