Trafalgar poured mana into the Shadowlink Echo. The small item reacted almost immediately, a faint pulse running through its surface as it began recording everything he said.
"We've arrived in Meraval. Everything's fine over here. How are you girls doing?"
He cut off the flow of mana. The pulse vanished with it, and the message was sent.
Trafalgar leaned back against the headboard and set the Shadowlink Echo beside him. There was no way to know how long the answer would take. A few minutes if they were lucky. Hours if they weren't. Maybe even longer depending on how the connection behaved across this distance.
He had barely settled properly when the item pulsed again. Trafalgar stared at it for a second.
'That was fast.'
He picked it up and fed mana into it once more. Mayla's voice filled the room.
"I'm glad to hear your voice, Trafalgar. We were worried about you, so hearing that you arrived safely makes me feel a lot better."
