With help from Kelek, they’d gotten it open without harming the thing inside: a spren in the shape of a glowing ball of light, a strange symbol at the center. No one here recognized the variety of spren, but Wit called it a seon. “Are you well, Ala?” Shallan asked. It was said like A-lay. “Yes,” the spren whispered. “You can come out of the cube. You don’t need to live in there anymore.” “I’m … supposed to stay. I’m not supposed to talk. To you. To anyone.”
