Both of these qualities are the result of gradual development over a period of time.
The temperature had increased, but the humidity had decreased, and there was a greater volume of air flowing across the region.
When Neffy first opened her eyes, she realized that she was in the room where he had spent the majority of his childhood.
She realized this because she was standing in the exact same spot.
In the line of sight that she was following with her eyes was the picture of her uncle writing on a notepad while sitting with his back turned to her, and his chair turned away from her.
He had his chair turned away from her as well. After taking a long, slow breath in, Neffy forcefully shook her head in an effort to clear her throat so that she could continue speaking.
The person who was keeping watch on Neffy's deepest, darkest secrets slowly turned around while clenching a long golden feather with a black tip in their palm.