Crimson hues land upon the figure seated within an empty room, interest piqued. And ever so curiously would she wander over, peering over the older woman’s shoulder.
”What’re you reading there?”
Curiosity and the overall peppy voice alerts Petra that she’s not alone in the room anymore and, involuntarily jolting slightly, golden eyes turn back to view the girl in question. She’s not angry, only merely surprised that she was here.
“Just some of the reports that are to be done. It’s nothing entertaining, I can promise you that. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Morning, Petra. I haven’t heard from you lately, though that may be due to the amount of time I spend working alone in my office. Is everything going well?”
“Oh!Good morning, sir.” How long had it been since she’d seen the commander? God only knew how long. Then again, the amount of work he’d been swamped with made it understandable as to why he wasn’t seen very much. “I’m doing well. I was merely on my way to make some tea. Would you like a cup?”
He sees it first from the corners of his vision. Strange; he’d expected the mess hall to be abandoned by this hour. Hence his own filling of the space. Gaze lifts from paperwork to acknowledge the new presence in the room, pencil’s scratches slowing across the sheet.
Petra thinks that she’s alone; after all, it wasn’t often that anyone was up at such an unthinkable hour. With a book in hand, she makes her way for the mess hall, way too awake to be tired. However, gentle eyes looked up to see a very familiar face. How long had he been awake for?
