Juna kept her chair angled between herself and the bed while Didi settled into the other seat with the dispatch. Light crossed the table between them, and every fidget of those royal hands looked like another request waiting its turn.
'No guards and no messenger, so either she wants to apologize or she wants something I'll hate.'
She curled her tail around one leg, keeping it well clear of the dressing on her flank.
'She hasn't done a thing to me this morning, so why does sitting here itch like fleas?'
"I have a favor to ask," Didi said, setting the dispatch down unopened, "and I'd rather ask it myself than send somebody whose request sounds like an order."
"A favor, from somebody with a whole palace to boss around?"
"A palace is mostly people telling me what I can't do, so no, it helps less than you'd think."
Didi reached for the dispatch, then pulled her hand back as if the parchment bit her.
