Leon hadn't spoken since they returned to the Anchor.
Dante watched him from across the common room of their lodgings, noting the way the buffer sat with his back to the wall and his eyes fixed on nothing. The others gave him space, recognizing the particular silence of someone processing a wound too fresh to touch.
They'd delivered the navigation artifact to the Driftwardens, received the third Void Fragment, and returned to their temporary headquarters without incident. Three pieces of the Gate Key now sat on the table before Dante, waiting to be assembled, waiting to carry them to Floor 15.
None of that mattered if his team was falling apart.
"Someone should talk to him," Sera said quietly, settling beside Dante with the careful movement of someone trying not to attract attention.
"Talking won't fix this."
