Rynna's eyes flicked toward Arthur. Her ink floated, script coiling slowly in the silence.
"I need his name." She wrote, the words sharp, their weight clear.
Arthur's jaw tightened subtly. Secrets didn't come easily, not even among allies. His hesitation thickened the air, but Rynna met it with steady defiance. The ink shifted impatiently above her wrist, words twisting anew:
"It's one secret among many. One more to carry back to the Typhoon."
He exhaled softly, acceptance tempered with unease.
"Fedlimid." Arthur answered quietly. "Fedlimid Rechtmar."
