( One moment, one moment more. She hastens to honour his signal, but — )

Thank you. ( And there's the dark wisping energy that seeps from his hands, that winds and caresses her pendant, where it's hidden. That shifts and shapes. ) Call on me, if you must. You alone, I'll answer.

( But then — blink and miss him. Blink, and he is gone. Blink, and perhaps he never was, only the cries of great Irenia in distant flight above, there to betray his departure. )