"Perceptible," Cole agrees to the unsaid word. "I'm always here, but most people don't know. When I leave, most people forget."

He shifts, uncertain. "I don't, being the focus of attention. It's not right. Loud voice, bone and skin, sword calloused hands, get away from him, demon!" He pulls on the brim of his hat, awareness clawing for something around her that reflects similarly. "When he notices me, he makes me call Them, they nod encouragingly, you have to, Six."