They're unmoving for a moment that might feel stretched far longer.

They touch this Void and, rather than unleashing it or bringing it physically into their collective here and now, they settle it. Settled as they had with Siblings, before they knew how to call them, to truly be with them, a force united rather than merely focused. The Knight gives it focus now, to push it away against and into itself. The heavy air stops feeling quite so bad.

When they turn back around, they're not quite as they were. Still the right shape, mostly. They're a larger presence without having physically grown.

Guide and guard, they said. This is something, they and they alone, can guide through and guard from.

At the edge of the dark, they hold out their hand.