Vencian pushed the door open and stopped.
Seris stood inside the room, a step off the wall, weight set through her back foot. Jerenir had already taken the chair near the window, hands resting together, posture loose in a way that claimed the space without effort.
The door stayed half open behind Vencian.
Seris turned first. Her expression held. Her shoulders stayed square. Nothing in her stance shifted.
Jerenir looked up last, eyes lifting with mild interest, as if the interruption had been expected.
"Oh, we've an unexpected visitor," he said, voice light.
Vencian did not answer. His gaze moved once, measuring the distance between them, the way Seris blocked the inner half of the room, the way Jerenir had chosen a seat that kept both the door and the window in view.
Jerenir gestured vaguely at the chair opposite him. "The last time I saw you, I remember being unsure then."
He glanced at Seris, then back at Vencian.
