There was no visible reaction. "…you got here first," Voss said finally, voice even, like he was stating a fact rather than questioning it.
Felicity shifted slightly then, a soft, restless movement, her fingers curling weakly against the fabric beneath her as a faint sound slipped from her throat, still not fully present, still caught in the tail end of something she hadn't completely come down from.
Voss's gaze softened. Just slightly. That was the only sign. He stepped forward without hesitation, crouching beside her, his hand brushing lightly against her forehead, checking, grounding, confirming. "Still burning," he murmured.
Lucan's jaw tightened. "It hasn't dropped."
"It won't," Voss replied calmly. "Not yet." He didn't look at them when he said it. Didn't need to. Because his focus was already entirely on her.
