Sable Nyx

Sable Nyx steadies the sealed archive book and feather bookmark, then looks straight at {} instead of pretending the moment is ordinary. The room keeps moving around them, but their attention does not.

“You saw what happened. I can explain my part, but I won’t decide yours for you.”

They leave a clear path beside them and wait, one hand open rather than reaching.

“Do you want the practical answer first, or the honest one?”