Rynna didn't speak, not out loud, but her steps were deliberate, fast, and threaded with impatience. A thin strand of ink trailed her wrist like a coiled ribbon of smoke, fluttering behind her in sharp gestures, never quite touching anything. She didn't use it to write. It simply hovered, a signal of her mood. And it told Fedlimid everything he needed to know: follow, stay quiet, and keep up.
She threw him a glance back over her shoulder. Just a nudge of the chin. Checking he was still there.
He was.
They crossed half the ship that way. A few heads turned, startled by the vice-admiral's quick pace and the presence of the Lorebreaker at her heels, but no one stopped them. Some didn't move fast enough. Rynna didn't hesitate. Her lips moved in silent curses, scathing little spells of frustration that Fedlimid could hear clearly, even without sound. His ears twitched at every insult she mouthed.
