We'd been asleep for maybe four hours when Mara knocked on our door.
"Unless someone's actively dying, this can wait," Azryth called out, not moving from where he was wrapped around me.
"Coalition emergency," Mara said through the door. "Ryota needs to talk. Now."
I groaned into Azryth's chest. "Can't they have their crisis during reasonable hours?"
"Apparently not."
We made it downstairs to find Henrik at the communication station, looking like he'd also been dragged out of bed. Mara handed me coffee without a word.
"You're a saint," I told her.
"I know. Now drink and look presentable, we're doing video."
Ryota's face appeared on the screen, and he looked about as tired as I felt.
"Apologies for the timing," he said. "But we have a situation."
"What kind of situation?" Azryth asked, settling beside me with his own coffee.
