Maren came back in fourteen minutes.
Aelara heard her footsteps in the corridor before the door opened, the particular rhythm of someone moving fast without running, the walk of a person carrying information that needed to arrive before it became useless.
She straightened from the wall where she had been standing and Vaelor looked up from the chair and Lyra uncrossed her arms.
Maren stepped inside and pulled the door shut.
"The revisions were already filed," she said.
Nobody spoke.
"Two of them. The bounty origin and the administrative reclassification." Maren's voice was even, deliberate, the voice she used when she was presenting facts in the order they needed to be received rather than the order she had received them.
"Both submitted within the last forty minutes, which means they went in during the session. While the evidence was being presented."
"While the session was running," Lyra said.
"Yes."
