Kal’tsit sat at her desk, fully absorbed in the documents and contracts she was reading. Her brows furrowed in concentration, and occasionally her ears would twitch.

You called out to her once.

No answer.

Try again.

“Not now, Amiya. I’m busy with these…” she looked up as she realized the voice that hit her ears. “Sorry, Doctor. How are you? Why are you here?” You could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

“Oh. It’s time for your physical. Come here,” she waved her hand to you.