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[eiattu_pride]

Rial's working.

Not like that's a big surprise, because honesty, when is he not? The work keeps coming.

So he doesn't even look up when he hears Plourr, just sets a datapad and stylus aside.

"I'm going to need your help on this."

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[eiattu_pride]

"Yeah."

Looks away.

"You miss them, don't you?"

[fighting_mad]

She drops her eyes, watches her caf swirl. "I was too young to know them well," she says quietly.

[eiattu_pride]

"Doesn't mean you can't miss them."

Softly.

[fighting_mad]

She shrugs wordlessly, pulling her knees up and glancing out the window, where the sun is beginning to peer over the horizon.

[eiattu_pride]

"Let's both take a break."

Stands, stretches.

"This stuff is pretty dull."

[fighting_mad]

Still curled up on the counter, she asks, "What happened to Mr. We've Only Got Four Hours?"

[eiattu_pride]

"He stepped aside for Mr. I've Not Slept In Way Too Long."

Dryly.

[fighting_mad]

She smiles faintly into her caf and waves a hand at him. "Go on. I'll finish looking over the human rights material."

[eiattu_pride]

"Okay."

Wanders in the direction of the door.

"Um - there's the next fourth of that on my desk."

[fighting_mad]

She nods, resigned, leaning back against the windowsill and picking up the datapad. "Alright."

[eiattu_pride]

"Wake me in an hour."

[fighting_mad]

She tips two fingers to her forehead in a highly informal salute.

[eiattu_pride]

And he wanders back to the couch in the main room.

[fighting_mad]

That's not exactly going to bed, but it's close enough.

When he's gone, Plourr stares at the datapad a moment, then goes back to reading its mind-numbingly dull, confusing legal documents.

She just wants to fly.