The figure that materialized from the spatial fluctuation was Xyra.
Leon looked up at her from his cross-legged position, the Cradle Seed's warmth already moving through his chest, and read her face.
Something was different. Not the usual amusement, not the particular directness she'd been deploying since getting her body back. Something quieter and considerably more serious sat on her expression, her silver eyes fixed on him with an attention that felt like monitoring rather than watching.
She came here for a reason, he thought. And it isn't a social call.
He kept his breathing even and said nothing, reading her for information while the warmth of the Cradle Seed continued its work through every elemental pathway simultaneously.
Xyra had been watching him since he left the tower.
