The second formal session opened at nine the next morning.
Rochard had moved from conditional support to something closer to operational interest — he'd brought his logistics advisor, which he hadn't done the day before, and the advisor had a notepad open before I'd finished the opening remarks. Harsen sat in the same chair, same posture, same watchful attention, which I was beginning to understand was just how he listened. Vael had sent a brief message through Caleb's channel at seven-thirty asking for the buffer layer's rotational scheduling draft; Caleb had sent it before eight.
Three of seven, actively engaging. Four of seven present in body.
Sorreth had stopped interrupting. I didn't know whether that meant he'd conceded the point or whether he was waiting for something.
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