Venat spotted something moving out of her periphery. It was subtle, unassuming, that none of the researchers on Elpis would note it. All manner of queer happened there, and many had their noses so thoroughly buried in their research, that scarce would notice a runaway familiar, or anomaly, lest it cause mischief. She knew what she’d seen. Or rather, who, “You can come out, my friend,” she said, as if calling for a pet. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.