Noah looked down at the delicate hand clutching the edge of his robe.
Sigrid Ivano's grip was small, hesitant- but it hadn't let go once. Her wariness didn't bother him. If anything, it proved she wasn't as naive as she looked.
But her inability to navigate the Foldspace unaided was an issue as even now, no authority or speech flowed from her.
With a slow motion, he reached toward his sleeve and tore it free. Golden threads shimmered as the fine material, interwoven with his own Existential Dimensional Lattices, unfurled into a gleaming rope.
He held it up, his voice calm. "You're still flailing in space. How about I tie you to me to carry you and so that you also don't get lost?"
Sigrid blinked, lips parting in surprise. Then she nodded with sharp, deliberate resolve.
Good.
He took the end of the golden cloth and wrapped it once around her wrist carefully. The other end, he wrapped around his own wrist. The connection shimmered faintly with his resonance.
