The reassignment order arrived while Ren was asleep.
Cowards preferred sleeping targets.
A white administrative card slid under the Healing Hall recovery room door at second bell after midnight. Elara's root near the threshold caught it before the card crossed fully into the room. The root blackened at the tip, then snapped the card upward like an offended snake.
Nyx caught it.
No one had seen her enter.
No one cared anymore.
She read the card.
Then looked at me.
That was enough to wake everyone important.
Ren slept in the adjacent bed with his ankle wrapped, one hand still curled around the edge of the Support Witness log. Seraphina had finally forced him into real sleep through healer pressure and what she insisted was not a sedative.
It was absolutely a sedative.
Mild.
Probably.
