Kai arrived at Kleo's house well past midnight, the shadows draped over him like a second skin. He lingered near the rooftop for several minutes, watching, listening, waiting. The inquisitors hadn't followed him, at least not yet, but caution was survival. He swept his aura low and narrow, compressed into the folds of his Umbral Mantle, before finally slipping inside.
Kleo still lay unconscious, curled up on the nest of blankets he had thrown together earlier. Her breathing was steady. Peaceful. That, at least, hadn't changed.
Kai didn't sleep.
He got to work immediately, kneeling in the centre of the house and carving intricate sigils into the floors and walls using his bone chalk. Every rune was a silent prayer to shadow, stillness, and misdirection. Barriers to hopefully deflect divine detection. Enough power to require several mages to assault the house from the outside to break them.
Something to give him enough time to fight or flee if it came to that.
