They set up in a conference room at the nearest Association satellite office, which turned out to be a converted warehouse on the mountain road that smelled like instant noodles and old paperwork. Yuki had seen worse debrief locations.
Owen sat at the table in his humanoid form, which continued to unsettle the Association staff in ways they were professionally trying not to show. His wings folded against the back of his chair. His tail curled around the chair leg. His golden eyes tracked the room with the particular attention of someone who had stopped finding human administrative spaces surprising but hadn't fully started finding them comfortable.
Leah sat across from him.
