The quarters were dark when King entered, the same way he had left them. He crossed the room and set the codex down on the wide table near the window, the leather cover catching a thin edge of moonlight through the high glass.
He did not sit down immediately. He stood over the book for a moment, his hand resting flat on the cover, feeling the raised detail of the Belfort crest under his palm.
Vi appeared in the doorway behind him. She had shed her vambraces somewhere between the gate and here, her forearms bare, the skin faintly warm from the residual heat of her own restoration cycling.
"You're not going to sleep," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Not yet," King replied.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "The prospects are settled. Triple T's running them through quarters and duty rotations. Bischoff already asked about a stamina reforge station. Rakasha24 asked where the training chamber was before she even asked where her room was."
