"Frostborne. You look like shit."
Gavriel Sterling's bedside manner had not improved since the last time he'd seen her, which was a day ago, when he'd said the exact same thing in slightly different words.
"Thank you, Gav."
"You hungover?"
Serena did not dignify that with an answer. He had no fucking idea. She was first-shift after silver sore and everything hurt.
But she got up anyway this morning.
It was day one of the Shadowclaw-Drakenfell joint command, and she was already the most watched person on the field.
Aurelia: Why do they keep looking at us?
Serena: Aurelia! You're back. Are you alright?
Aurelia: Yes. That shift was a bitch.
Serena exhaled through her nose in a stifled laugh.
"What are you laughing at, Frostborne?" Gav called.
She hadn't told anyone about her first shift, outside of Fin who was there. She barely remembered it, frankly. And she needed to tell Dex first, alone, before telling anyone.
