Chapter 35: Equilibrium of Favor
Elara didn’t sleep well.
Alistair knew because he didn’t sleep well either, and at so point before dawn, he heard her shift on the floor where she’d set up a bedroll against the far wall. Not restless exactly, but the sound of soone who was thinking instead of sleeping.
He didn’t say anything. He lay in the dark and ran his scan once, picking up her signature across the base. Favor was running constantly, the way it always runs when she’s near people.
He wondered what it is like to carry a Characteristic that is always on. That reaches toward everyone around you, whether you want it to or not.
’Exhausting. To never know if anyone chose to be around you.’
Morning ca grey as always.
Elara was up before him. Already moving through the base with the energy of soone who had made a list in her head during the night, and the water was heated.
The remaining rations were divided into portions that would last three more days.
The entryway was cleared of debris that had accumulated since the battle.
She did these things thoroughly. Not because soone was watching.
Due arrived from the back of the base, his collar already adjusted before Alistair saw his face. He looked at Elara’s work and said nothing, but his hands did a settling gesture that was slower and more careful than usual.
Alistair watched both of them from where he sat.
He noticed sothing. Due moved around Elara’s Favor with care, more carefully than Alistair had seen him move around anything else.
When her Characteristic reached toward him, he rerouted his own threads, creating a buffer between his obligations and her influence.
Nobody had told Due to do that. He’d figured it out himself.
’He notices everything. He just chooses not to say anything about most of it.’
Alistair thought about what that ant for Elara.
His Equalizer read her Characteristic and matched it rather than being subject to it.
He experienced her as a person rather than as a field.
’Every person who ever stayed near her. Every guard who decided they liked her. None of them can be sure the feeling was their own.’
***
The day passed without a crisis. Alistair spent the morning running Edgeform sequences at the base’s edge.
The constant need to adjust his scan was making his technique sharper in ways he hadn’t anticipated. The compensation was becoming permanent, too.
His footwork was cleaner than it had been a week ago, ironically.
Following that, he ran the sa sequence four tis. The third was the best. The fourth was worse, which told him his body was done before his mind agreed. He stopped and sat down.
Alistair was obviously frustrated. The gap between what his body could do and what the Equalizer demanded from it was widening every day.
Elara watched from where she was organizing supplies.
Eventually, she said sothing about his stance. He ignored her. She said it again with more detail. He adjusted reluctantly without acknowledging the source.
However, the adjustnt worked. His next sequence was cleaner because of it. He didn’t thank her.
Around midday, Due ca outside and sat on a stone near the entryway.
"She’s deciding," Due said quietly.
Alistair looked at him. "I know."
"Her Favor is different today. It is more settled, and less reaching." Due stopped for a second, "That usually ans the person at the center has found equilibrium."
"Don’t read her Characteristic to ," said Alistair.
"I’m reading the obligations," Due replied. "That’s different." He adjusted his collar. "The obligation she’s been carrying since she arrived is close to resolving."
Alistair looked at him, then diverted his gaze back at the base.
"What does it look like when it resolves?" he asked.
"It looks like a decision," said Due.
***
Evening ca slow and grey.
Elara walked to where Alistair was standing at the base’s edge, looking out at the territory and the Oasis of Grain beyond it. She stopped a few steps behind him.
"Alistair," she said.
He turned. Her expression was settled, calm in a way it hadn’t been since he first t her. The tension between who she had been and who she might beco had resolved into sothing quieter.
"I’m in," she said.
No terms, no conditions. She hadn’t even requested a guarantee.
Alistair looked at her for a mont. His scan ran over her signature automatically, returning the warm, steady reading it always returned. For once, he didn’t adjust for it. He just let it be what it was.
He nodded once.
That was enough for both of them.
Hearing this exchange from sowhere inside the base, Due’s settling gestures paused. Alistair’s scan caught the shift in his threads.
The obligation Elara had been carrying cleared, and Due exhaled. His collar was adjusted once, firmly.
Sun Harvest officially had three mbers.
***
Alistair stood outside alone that night. The wind was quiet. Settlent lights dotted the horizon in the distance.
He walked the periter out of habit. His scan ran its circuit over the territory, correcting for the offset automatically. Empty readings in every direction.
Then he stopped.
A stone at the territory’s edge. The one nearest the path they used to enter the base. On its surface, carved recently enough that the marks were still fresh, a symbol.
A sealed eye with a line through it.
Alistair stared at it. His jaw tightened.
He ran his scan over the stone and the area around it. Nothing, there were no residual signatures, no trace of whoever had been here.
The readings ca back empty in every direction, the sa emptiness they had been five minutes ago when he started the periter walk.
It had been placed while all three of them were inside. While Elara was saying the words that made her a mber.
Soone had been close enough to mark a stone on their ground and leave without triggering a single reading on his scan.
’They were here, literally nside our periter... and I didn’t feel a thing.’
The lines were clean, no weathering at the edges, no dust settled in the grooves.
Soone had stood at this stone within the last few hours and carved it carefully, as if they expected it to be found by the right people at the right ti.
However, what bothered Alistair more than the symbol was the timing.
Three mbers. The mont Sun Harvest beca real, soone decided to let them know they were being counted.
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