Nolan frowned, trying to read Lirazel's shifting expression. "What do you mean… my students? The ones from earlier?"
Lirazel nodded once, slowly, almost uneasily. "Yes. Them."
She crossed her arms, the weight of her words suddenly heavier than before. "After I moved the dungeon dragon den earlier today, I tried to come meet you. But something stopped me." She tapped her temple. "I could feel it—your students. They were still here, surrounding this place. I couldn't see them clearly, but something in them… noticed me. Not fully, but close. Close enough that I didn't want to risk appearing."
Nolan remained silent for a moment, his thoughts swimming through the possibilities. She wasn't prone to paranoia. If she said she felt something off, she probably did.
He exhaled through his nose and rubbed his chin. "Makes sense, honestly. Maybe because they are connected to me now in some way."
Lirazel blinked. "Connected? How?"
