Kael noticed it on a Tuesday.
It was not a dramatic noticing, not a moment with weight to it.
It was just Edran reaching for the locked cabinet and taking slightly longer to get there than usual, a fraction of a second's hesitation before his hand closed on the latch, the kind of thing you'd miss entirely if you weren't in the habit of watching someone closely.
Kael was in the habit of watching Edran closely. He'd been doing it his whole life, and this was why he caught such a tiny change so easily.
He didn't say anything, he watched instead.
He watched during the morning session as Edran directed him through the deep work with the usual precision, same voice, and same unhurried patience.
There was nothing different in the instruction, but Kael still noticed a change. Small hesitations that didn't belong to the man he grew up admiring, a breath held a beat too long after sitting down. He noticed it all.
He noticed the way the old man's hand rested on the table between texts like he was checking if the table was still there. Edran never did that.
He didn't say anything.
He watched instead. The morning session, Edran directing him through the deep work with the usual precision, same voice, same unhurried patience.
Nothing different in the instruction, but there it was again twice more. Small hesitations that didn't belong, a breath held a beat too long after sitting down, the way the old man's hand rested on the table between texts like he was checking the table was still there.
In the afternoon, Kael found Ash in the practice space and asked.
He didn't ask it out loud, it was just the familiar silent back-and-forth that had become as natural as talking.
'Is he sick?'
Ash was quiet for a long time, longer than usual but then he answered.
'Not sick', the signal said. 'Fading'.
'There's a difference?' Kael thought.
'Yes. Sick is something that happens to you, Fading is something that happens when you've given most of what you had and what's left starts to run thin'.
Kael sat with that for a while, he didn't immediately know how to react to it.
'How long has he been fading?' He asked rhetorically, but Ash still answered.
'Since before you were born, he's been running on less than he should have for a very long time. The training sessions with you cost him more than he's letting you see'.
That landed in a specific way.
Not exactly panic. It was something that sat lower than panic, in the place where he kept things he couldn't afford to fall into during daylight hours.
'Why didn't you tell me sooner?'
'You weren't asking sooner'.
'That's not an answer'.
'It's the honest one'.
He went back inside and sat across from Edran, who was reading one of the middle texts with a cup of tea going cold beside him, and looked at the old man's face in the late afternoon light.
The lines on his face were deeper now. The hands on the text were steady but there was something around the wrists, a thinness, like the substance of the man was concentrating inward slowly.
Edran looked up.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing," Kael answered immediately.
Edran looked at him for a moment with the look that meant he knew it wasn't nothing and was choosing not to pursue it.
"Read this section," he said and turned the text around.
Kael looked at it and read it diligently.
It was about the Firstborn and their relationship to the people close to them, the specific cost of the Resonance Reach when used involuntarily. The way strong Sorrow Anima affected its environment whether or not the practitioner intended it to. He'd read it before, but he read it differently now.
'Has it been affecting him?' He thought. 'All these years of me existing at whatever depth I naturally run at before my Awakening, has it been pulling at him without either of us knowing?'
He didn't ask, he already knew Edran would say no and he already knew that no would be technically accurate and practically incomplete.
"The delegation," Kael said instead.
"When they come," he exhaled. "I want you to stay back."
Edran looked at him over the text. "Back?" He asked.
Kael looked straight into his eyes. "In the settlement, not at whatever meeting Aldric arranges. Not near the confrontation if it becomes one".
There was a long pause before the old man asked. "And if I disagree?"
"Then we'll discuss it, but I'd like you to hear why first."
Edran set the text down and looked at Kael at full attention, the equivalent of another person stopping everything.
"The Resonance Reach," Kael said. "If I use it in a confrontation at full depth with uncontrolled range, it doesn't discriminate. It hits everyone in radius, including people on my side." He paused for a few seconds. "I can't use it and also manage what it does to you, I need to know you're not in the radius."
Edran was quiet for a long time. "That's a practical argument," he finally said.
"It's the real one."
"You could've just said you were worried about me."
"Would that have worked better?"
Edran almost smiled. "No," he said. "Probably not." He picked the text back up. "Fine, I'll stay back."
Kael nodded and went back to reading.
Neither of them said anything else about it.
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That night, he turned the bird token over in his fingers again and again and thought about fading.
He thought about what it meant that Edran had been running on less than he should have for decades, about whether you felt it happening from the inside or whether it just became the new normal so gradually you stopped noticing the difference between what you were and what you used to be.
He thought about his mother's hands making this small wooden thing and whether she'd known, whether she'd made it for a reason she understood that she never got the chance to say out loud.
He turned it over.
'What are you?' He thought at it. Not at Ash, at the bird itself.
And of course, there was no answer. It was wood and old smooth surfaces and the impression of wings that had never moved.
He closed his fist around it and went to sleep.
Ash's signal ran steady in the background the way it always did- old, patient and present, the grief of a thousand years keeping quiet company with his own.