The room was eleven feet by eight feet and Caelum had measured it three times because measuring it was the only thing he was allowed to do with his hands.
He reorganized his pack. He sat on the floor. He sat on the bed. He walked to the window and back and then did it again. He was not someone who fidgeted, had never been a fidgeter, had spent three years in the Temple learning to hold still in small spaces and hold it correctly. But the Temple's small spaces had the silver current in the walls and the specific quality of held time that made stillness feel like something, and this room above the grain merchant had none of that.
It was just a small room in a village where they were not allowed to go outside.
