Meetings with Mysaria had become routine. Night after night, she came to you with whispers from her spies, delivering secrets no one else could uncover. Always with precise information, always with the answers you needed. But this time, as she relayed the latest intel, her tone shifted. She stopped.

—"Tell me…"—Her voice slithered through the room, soft but firm.—"Have you slept in the last few days?"

It was evident in the tiredness in your eyes and posture, you ignored it pretending to look for some paper among the thousands of scrolls you had. Then, before you could react, she leaned forward over the desk between you, closing the distance until her face was mere inches from yours.

—"I am moving heaven and earth to give you accurate data, waiting for you to make the right decisions, not tired, fatigued and about to fall faint."

Raising her voice was a danger, she knew it, and even so, she was willing to argue with you, she didn't like seeing you like that, even if she didn't say it directly.