It was Ira's voice that stopped them.
She was standing a few steps behind, and the expression on her face was the specific one she deployed when she wanted something and knew the window for asking was closing fast — wide eyes, slightly pouty, the look of a puppy who had watched someone pick up the treat bag and was making its position on the matter known through expression alone.
She asked directly, the way she always did, without preamble or strategy. Could she come with them.
Leon paused.
He looked at Seraphine.
Seraphine looked back at him and gave a small nod — easy, unbothered on the surface, the expression of someone who had already made a calculation and was comfortable with the result.
Leon teleported all three of them.
