Location:Seven Peaks — Residential Quarter, Nursery
Date/Time:TC1854.07.12-15
She'd been back for nearly two weeks and hadn't held the baby.
She'd looked in on him. The midnight visits that she told herself were security assessments — checking the nursery's formation wards, verifying the corridor patrol rotation, confirming that Mei's guard position covered all approach vectors. Professional. Operational. The kind of visit a sect leader made to ensure her people were safe.
Mei, who guarded the children's corridor with the territorial precision of a twelve-year-old who considered the assignment sacred, recognized what the visits actually were. She never said anything. Just shifted her position to give Raven a clear line of sight to the crib, and shifted it back when Raven left. The silent courtesy of someone who understood that the woman standing at the threshold at midnight was not conducting an inspection.
