None of them slept particularly well.
Alistair could hear Due working through the night, the small sounds of someone managing threads in the dark, his hands moving in their settling gestures against his blanket. Obligations didn't pause for sleep. Due had explained this once, plainly, the way he explained everything, and Alistair had believed him immediately.
Elara shifted for hours without settling. She hadn't slept comfortably in an unfamiliar space since childhood and wasn't going to acknowledge that.
Her composure holds even in the dark, the same steadiness she carried through the day running into hours where most people let it drop.
Alistair noticed and said nothing about it. Due noticed too, obviously, but Due never mentioned the things he picked up about people unless the information became necessary.
Alistair was awake because he was still thinking about the question.
The camp was mostly dark. A thin light sat at the eastern edge of the sky, barely enough to separate the treeline from the rest of the grey.
'How is Sun Harvest different from the representative who just left?'
She had asked it in the corridor in Therasia, and he'd had no answer worth giving at the time, so he hadn't given one. He'd been constructing responses since then, only to discard them. Every version sounded rehearsed, the kind of thing a person says after thinking carefully about what someone else wants to hear.
He told her as they were packing up the camp. He spoke simply, without any formality, while she folded a blanket neatly.
"You asked how Sun Harvest is different from the representative who just left."
Elara stopped folding and looked at him.
"It isn't," said Alistair. "Not yet. I can't prove it's different with words. I can't give you certainty I don't have."
He held her look. Her eyes were steady, the assessment running behind them patiently.
"What I can give you is the choice to watch and decide for yourself. No contract, no obligation, and freedom to leave the moment you conclude I'm wrong."
The silence after this was different from the ones before it.
She stared at him for a long time, then glanced at Due. He was managing a thread while trying hard not to listen. He was adjusting his collar more slowly than usual.
"That's the most honest thing anyone in a faction has ever said to me," she said finally.
"That's a low bar," Alistair replied.
Her expression shifted slightly. It wasn't a smile, but it was something close to it. Alistair noticed.
She didn't accept, but she didn't leave either. She went back to folding the blanket, quietly and with more care than necessary.
Following that, she packed the supplies, checked the perimeter, and organized the remaining items as she had since yesterday. Thoroughly, like someone who had already decided how long they were staying without saying so out loud.
Seeing this, Due glanced briefly at Alistair over the top of his threads, then looked away again without saying anything.
Due waited until she was out of earshot. "That was either brave or stupid."
"Which one?" said Alistair.
"Both." Due adjusted his collar. "But it was honest, and she's been surrounded by people who weren't. That contrast alone bought you time."
"I wasn't buying anything."
Due looked at him. "I know. That's why it worked."
Alistair didn't reply. He went back to packing, and Due went back to threads, and neither of them mentioned it again.
Some things between them had started working that way. Alistair spoke, Due listened, and they moved on. Two people, bound together by a death pact, which avoided repeating conclusions they had already reached.
Alistair was quietly satisfied with how the conversation had gone, even if he couldn't say exactly why. He had said less than he'd prepared and somehow landed closer to what he'd meant.
Osren arrived as they were finishing. He had the new meeting location.
"Two days east," he said. "Inside Elysium's territory."
Due's hands paused on his threads. "We're going into Elysium's borders."
"Yes," said Osren.
"With an active war declaration against Alistair from Therasia."
"Also, yes," said Osren, pleasantly.
Due looked at Alistair, and Alistair looked back. Alistair was, frankly, not surprised.
'I've done significantly stupider things this week alone.'
"When do we leave?" asked Alistair.
Osren checked the road, then looked back at the camp. "Now would be preferable."
They packed the rest quickly. Elara joined them without being asked, helping them break down the camp efficiently. She still didn't say anything or officially accept anything, but she was just present.
Due glanced at Alistair once during the packing, a quick look that said he'd noticed the same thing. Alistair nodded slightly. Neither of them pointed it out.
Due cleared the final threads from the camp before they left. He always did this before moving on, resolving any obligations the site had generated, leaving nothing attached to a location they wouldn't return to.
Alistair watched him work. There was something reassuring about traveling with someone who treated invisible things as seriously as visible ones. He found it more comforting than he had expected to, which he supposed said something about the kind of people he'd been around before.
Osren set a pace, and they fell into it.
Alistair's scan ran its passive circuit one last time across the surrounding area. Routine, mostly out of habit.
At the very edge of its range, he caught something.
It lasted barely a second, controlled, and was gone before he could properly lock onto it. He stopped walking for half a step, the scan pushing outward, searching, catching nothing where something had clearly just been.
However, there was nothing left to find. The signature was wrong for Therasia, too clean and too disciplined. It wasn't Elysium either. He knew Osren's signatures well enough by now to rule those out.
It wasn't aggressive. Whatever had been at the edge of the scan hadn't moved closer. It had simply been there, watching, and then decided to stop being there.
It had the same feel as the sealed eye on the waystation door.
Present, then nothing, as if whatever it belonged to had known precisely when to disappear.
He didn't mention it. There was nothing useful to say yet, nothing to act on, just the unease of something patient sitting at the edge of the camp, close enough to register and disciplined enough to vanish before he could identify it.
Alistair kept walking.
The pile of unanswered things was getting taller by the day, and the answers were not keeping up.
And whatever was watching them, it wasn't waiting anymore.