Amberdrake stayed frozen in place for several more, long seconds. He'd stopped breathing, but he hadn't closed his eyes. Information was too important to the kestra'chern! Against every instinct, it was too important.

Some time after things had returned to normal, he let out an explosive, shuddering breath, and drew another. Star-Eyed.

He checked Cassian over, half-expecting the pale priest to be dead. Pulse, breathing -- it took that long for him to register the sound of wheezing. Amberdrake allowed a spark of annoyance to burn away some of the cold dread; had that... thing just undone his work with its bluster and clawing?