They aimed their weapons at Reva's chest and head.
"Don't," Viola snapped, already shifting her stance.
The Aurelian raised one hand, palm open, and the guards froze in place. "Stand down," he said calmly. "Not her."
The weapons lowered, though not fully. The message was clear.
His gaze returned to Lyra. "You don't remember me," he said, almost gently. "That's expected. You were very young.., merely three months old. And things were… complicated."
The words landed awkwardly, not dramatic, not loud, just wrong in a way Lyra couldn't explain. Reva reacted before Lyra could process it fully, stepping forward with her shoulders squared and her attention fixed on the man.
"My name is Kylus," he said. "And I'm not here for you."
His attention returned to Lyra. "When I heard there was a Lykaios on Jupiter, I stopped what I was doing. I was on a hunt. Important work. I walked away from it because this mattered more."
