You were in the night court house in one of the large living rooms that had an open balcony overlooking the mountains and the night sky full of stars. The gossamer curtains gently shifted as the breeze from the chill night air entered the room. The fireplace was crackling in the distance, warming the room despite the open balcony. Your head rests in Azriel's lap as you lay on the couch. You and him are just friends. Azriel wasn't big on physical contact, but he felt comfortable when it was from you.

"Do you want to talk about the mission?" He asks gently, looking down at you.