Ivor paused and turned to face Nara.
Nara was taller and broader, built like someone trained properly from childhood. Yet in that moment, standing there with red eyes and trembling hands, he seemed smaller. The cold steadiness in Ivor's gaze made the difference clear.
"I have a way to help her," Nara said again, slower this time, forcing the words out as if holding himself together by will alone. "But I'll need your help."
Ivor did not respond immediately. He studied him instead. He was not certain whether he truly wanted to help or whether he only wanted to hear the method and walk away.
"What help?" he asked at last.
"Come back here so we can talk." Nara swallowed once. "I believe you're from the Shrouded District. You don't understand how things work here."
