I gave him a quiet nod, eyes fixed on the patterns of old dust on the coffee table between us.
"You'll get one soon enough," I said. "But for now… I'm thinking I'll lend you a hand on the Fifth."
Noel looked up sharply, blinking in surprise. "For real?"
There was a spark of genuine relief in his voice — like a man carrying a load too heavy, finally offered a second set of hands. His lips tugged upward, but the smile froze midway, the realization catching up to him almost instantly.
"Wait—didn't you already clear it?"
I leaned back, arms crossing over my chest.
"I did."
His brow furrowed. "So, does the Rift even allow that? I mean… can you go back?"
'Heh. Perceptive of you, Noel.'