The rumble in Vex’s chest deepens, then shifts into a low, melodic thrum—a sound no instrument can replicate. It is the Rhark’s version of a purr. Kaelen leans his forehead against the great beast’s snout. The heat washes over him like a blessing.

Kaelen smiles and shows them his scarred fingers. “He remembers every day,” he says. “That’s why he chooses not to be.”

“Alright, old friend,” he whispers. “Sun’s up. Let’s go remind the world what trust looks like.”