Kaiden Grey had come up the aisle to greet them himself, an arm's length away, and all three women on the receiving end were still hunting for language.
Sarah, Emily, and Leia stood there with their suitcases, the entire guild watching, and for a moment the only sound was the card game running somewhere at the back of the plane.
Emily moved first.
She folded into the bow she had researched at thirty thousand feet, aimed it at Kaiden, and held it. Fifteen degrees had been the plan, casual and warm.
Her spine, acting alone, delivered forty-five.
By her own research, she had just apologized to him.
"It's an honor…" she told the carpet. "I had a better version of this. There were angles. I practiced against my seatbelt and everything..."
"You're doing great," Kaiden said, and the laugh under it was warm and rough, exactly the one from the streams, except now it moved the air she was standing in.
