"Truly, the dance floor is not where I belong. Unless it is a waltz you seek, you are at a loss, my friend."

"I am doing well enough. Busy as a bee, but never enough that my attention cannot be a tad divided."

"I am not wont for dancing, but you are free to do as you wish. I much prefer the sidelines."

"While I had not expected such a...welcoming gesture, it is appreciated. Glad am I to see you hale and hearty.."

Slowly and softly, one arm came to pat the woman on the head (and internally admiring its softness) while the other wrapped around the back of her shoulders.

"While I appreciate the sentiment, taking someone offguard is hardly the way to go about it."

Once back on her feet, she brushes off the imaginary dust from her coat before crossing her arms with a smirk.

"Were I a more brutal mage, you might have gotten a fireball to the face. Be glad I am not.

"Good, good. Go get settled, and I shall be about it."

"Would you like to speak about it? I can get the kettle going, make some tea?"

Of course. Let me put my supplies away, and we can meet at the Last Stand?

"You would do well to put me down this instant."

And thank the Twelve you did. While it never does us good to carry exhaustion...you also simply deserve the rest. Out of all of us, you deserve it.

[Her smirk turns into a solemn smile, eyes turning softer.]

"There you are. I was soon to start worrying about what might have been keeping you.. Did you have a good day?"

Her tail swishes behind her lazily, one arm around Kara's shoulders while the other rests atop her head.

You are one to talk. How many times must I have lectured you on proper rest after combat or some large fight? Hm?

[She fights the childish urge to stick out her tongue in defiance, though the little grin on her lips remains.]

[She matches the other woman's posture, a little smirk on her lips.]

Would you like to tell that to the three mugs of coffee upon my desk? No rest for the wicked, I'm afraid.

Her eyes widen a bit in surprise, arms held out in her unsureness.

"Oh! Hello, Sphene.. you look well... Might I ask what this is for?"

"You always were a bold one.. Know that I am only allowing this because I, sometimes, enjoy your company."

Despite her words, her tail swishes behind her ever so softly.

Ah, so that's where you have been.

Research never sleeps, nor do I. While a nap may very well do me some good, I simply cannot.

Hello, T'asir. How fare you this day?