The estate felt different with five anchors present.
Not louder — if anything, quieter. The specific quiet of a space that has found its correct configuration, the way a chord resolves when the last note arrives. The network pulsed at its complete depth, all six functions active, and the quality of the ambient field inside the estate walls had changed in a way that even the household staff seemed to feel without being able to name.
Elara moved through the estate with the contained observation of someone cataloguing everything they saw and filing it for later.
