Ian waited patiently. Other guards might have been irritated that the movement was taking time, that she was delayed in acknowledging, but he had seen a lot since being on the island between the residents and the guards. While he understood the politics he didn’t agree wholeheartedly with the idea of keeping people like Bria captive and pretending as if things were fine. As if these people were still citizens with rights.
Eyebrows arched at the display, the aura of green shrouding her wrists and feet. The way she floated was neat. Powers or abilities on display weren’t encouraged and had it been any other guard he had the idea things would have gone differently. “Wow,” he breathed, and then found himself again. “Yup. Thrilled. Don’t get up there again.”