It was late in the night and a bird with new orders had yet to come.
Stress flowed over when a simple question made Lassie snap at her superior. Her expression was immediately mortified and contrite. "I- I'm sorry Lightbringer."
Callista held up a paw to forestall further apologies. "I know what it is to feel grit in your eyes when sleep eludes you and your insides perforated because your life is outside your control."
Contrary to the look Callista might have received from a civilian, Lassie's look was one of relief.
"Focus on what is controllable. Prepare your gear."
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