"Dinner will be served in an hour," she said, wringing her hands slightly. "We've prepared our best rooms, Your Majesty. If there's anything you need—"
"This is perfect, thank you," Lyristae said with enough warmth to put the woman at ease. "We appreciate the accommodation."
When the innkeeper left, Seria immediately began checking the rooms for security issues while Elara examined the windows and sightlines. Both of them moving with the practiced efficiency of people who'd traveled in dangerous situations before.
Damien found himself in a room with Lyristae, who'd requested they share. She was already at the desk, pulling out papers from her travel bag.
"You're working?" he asked.
"I'm reviewing intel reports the Emperor sent ahead. Can't afford to arrive uninformed." But she looked up at him. "You could help. Your perspective on demon tactics would be useful."
