Five cultivators of the 'household' had settled for the night on the twenty-third evening of Yatrel's arrival. Elua was so pleased with the essentially perfected ocular cultivator tool's integration that, for once, she did not stay up late working on something she could control better than what she could not. Madrigil was nearly *always* asleep by midnight like he had an internal shut down timer. And Yatrel… well, she gave up going back to her room and just dozed off with her eldest drooling on her shoulder like she was her youngest!
But one of them did not remain so settled for long - and the knock came on Zonnel's door eventually. The woman opened her door to find Nysoi standing in the hallway, hair bound on one side and dressed in a set of southern coastal pajamas. But the only details the healer cared about were the red rimmed lilac eyes and the once more strongly heartbroken spirit.
"I know it's late, I just... can we talk?"
