Lyra's POV
Elder Gideon had made his instructions crystal clear. I was to remain in the private lounge while they processed everything.
The voice recording needed verification. Weaver-referencing with existing evidence would take time. The trial could not proceed until every detail was confirmed and catalogued. But beneath his measured words, I sensed an urgency that suggested time was running short.
"Sentinel Orion will provide your escort," he had said with that same detached efficiency he'd maintained since arriving at Ironfang.
I accepted with a simple nod. Waiting was all that remained.
