"Come in," Beorn said.
The door opened.
Leof stepped into the office and stopped near the middle of the room instead of approaching the desk. Her eyes went to Beorn, then Aestrith, then back to Beorn, as though checking who the conversation belonged to.
"You asked for me?"
"Yes. Please sit down."
She crossed to the chair opposite the desk and perched at the edge of it, feet together, shoulders drawn in. It was the posture of someone trying to take up less space than she thought she was allowed.
Since hearing about the agricultural zone, the foundry, and the drainage work, she had expected this summons. Waiting had given her time to prepare answers, but it had not made the waiting easier.
Beorn studied her a moment, weighing where to begin.
"How are you finding the citadel?"
Leof considered the question in her way. She had an answer before he finished speaking, but checked it before letting it out.
