His fingers are trailing down to trace those very lines, tracing the lowest and wobbliest first. He started before he could even hold his tool properly - that tracks, honestly, and his laughter is thick.

Zerxus suspects, when he looks at Bruce, that he won't see any recognition in his eyes. It still feels like a kick in the chest.

The walls that tracked Elias's growth are gone, now; Evandrin's house in Avalir, the cottage in Cathmoira, both of them are ashes in the air. This is worse than that.

"...Not an issue, no."