Zaeryn woke a little after two in the morning and reached for his slate. The only message waiting was from Ysmeine.
I'm glad the hearing is over and you're safe, darling. When you come home, we'll have tea and you can tell me about it properly, including whatever you've decided I don't need to hear.
He smiled as he wrote back. There's quite a bit to tell you. Can I call you later today?
He had half expected to hear from Athea as well, although she'd never said she would contact him that evening. He set the slate aside and tried to get comfortable again. After nearly ten hours of sleep, he was wide awake, and there were still several hours to go before he could reasonably call anyone.
Zaeryn gave up on sleep and took his slate into the sitting room. The sofa where Sage had spent the afternoon was empty, and he wondered what time she'd gone back to work. There was a good chance she was still awake.
