Zachariah knocked on Dina's door and entered without giving her a chance to send him away, because that was what she always did when planning an attack; she distanced herself from everyone and everything to avoid any distraction that would impair her thinking.
As expected, Zachariah saw her table was littered with maps of various colors and sizes, and she was making markings on them.
When she noticed Zachariah, her forehead creased into a frown, “What in God's name are you doing here, Zachariah?”
Zachariah smiled and sat down on a chair facing her, “I've come to see how you're holding up.”
Dina went back to making her inscriptions, “Come later, I'm busy at the moment.”
Zachariah sighed, that was Dina, intractable as usual, “Look, Dina. I'm worried.”
Without looking up from her work,
