Kylo doesn't speak up— partly, because yet again, Ronan's managed to surprise him with the strength of his allegiance— but mostly, because he's busy keeping his senses alert. He doesn't acknowledge Declan's assurance or apology, but keeps him right at the centre of his focus, dark eyes tracking his movements until he disappears back through the trees and out of view.

Then, with his will following the reach of his senses, he tracks him right to the waiting car, tension only releasing when he feels the decision of the key in the ignition. Declan, peeling away from the Meadows.

He exhales, turning back. Smoothly, unflinching from the pain waiting for him there, he pours his focus back where it belongs— stretching out through his connection to Ronan as if needing to remind himself of its strength. It wasn't ever really gone. It never disappeared, and Declan didn't take it. He just rendered it invisible.

But not to Ronan.

Kylo's eyes find Ronan's in the dark, his hand reaching for him. He can't find any of the right words.