Soren reached the third-floor archive at four-twelve in the afternoon.
The morning had become afternoon in the gap between Joan's office and now. Selah was in the infirmary and stable.
Maren had walked him to the archive elevator without saying anything, then walked away without saying anything either.
She had said one thing earlier in his room.
She had said Dani's heart rate spiked every time Soren's name came up in conversation.
Maren had delivered the report the way she delivered any tactical observation, with her fox ears flat and her arms crossed, while she sat on his bed staring at the wall.
He had filed it.
Now he was at the archive.
Dani Sloan looked up when he walked in.
The archive was a long narrow room lined with file cases and one wide table where Dani worked. Her moth was on the table next to her left hand, wings folded, very still.
She did not stand up.
"You shouldn't be here," she said. "You should be writing the after-action on the cafeteria."
