Xavier closed the box and slid it under the table instead of leaving it out where it could stare back at him.
He didn't bother sealing it again. That thing wasn't going anywhere on its own, and if someone wanted it back, they wouldn't need permission.
Arlen watched him do it, arms folded, towel gone now, dressed and alert in that way she slipped into when work crept into the room. Her eyes tracked every small choice he made, the lack of rush, the fact that he didn't even glance at the door again.
"We're done here," Xavier said, turning to her. "Helior Prime's served its purpose."
Arlen raised an eyebrow. "Already?"
"We got what we came for," he replied. "And now we're getting gifts. That's usually the sign."
She let out a chuckle hearing that.
"I need updates," Xavier continued. "Kylus. His movements, who he's working through, whether he's still running the bounty himself or subcontracting parts of it."
Arlen nodded once. "And what about your real lover?"
