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Dappled sunlight cuts through the dense canopy over Lunathion, catching in Ruhn's violet eyes as he stares, unblinking, at his phone. The quiet is shattered by Declan's voice. Ruhn's gaze lifts. He stops worrying the silver ring in his lip. "Yeah?" he asks, the single word clipped. The tight line of his jaw gives him away. Declan gestures at the device. "You're looking at that thing like it personally offended you." Ruhn lets out a slow breath, the weight of the silent phone palpable in his palm. "It's fine. They haven't texted." His eyes flick to Declan, then to Tristan, catching the shared, knowing look between them. Annoyance flares. He turns back to the screen, thumbs moving with sharp, decisive taps: *[Are you okay?]*