Radeon stepped back from the Preta. He straightened his spine, then returned to it with measured steps.
Fay kept her stance and did not move. Her awareness was clear. She watched first how he shifted his weight, how his feet chose stone, how his shoulders angled away from the broken wall.
But her thoughts were still too inexperienced to catch the pattern.
Radeon saw the confusion on her face.
"Fay." His voice stayed low. "Retrace every step. Every pose. If you missed one, guess. Then keep moving."
She did not ask why. She obeyed. She took one step, then another, copying the shape of herself from moments ago.
Arms. Hips. Breath. The way she had leaned. The way she had flinched.
The Preta followed them. The reason was simple. The hungry ghost's rage had been addressed, soothed enough by chant and the respect towards its ancestor.
If he did not do it, the place would be safe for everyone. Others could come and go as they pleased.
