[SERA — POV]
She ran her regular patrol route the following afternoon, because disappearing from routine would generate notice, and generating notice was the last thing she needed. She ran it with the mechanical competence of long practice, her mind elsewhere, and Mira ran beside her and said nothing for forty minutes.
"You slept two hours," Mira said finally.
"Three."
"Your left-hand draw is half a second slower when you're under-rested."
"It's not."
"It is. I've been timing it for four years." Mira's voice was mild, which was its most dangerous quality. "You want to tell me what's going on, or do you want me to figure it out myself, which I will."
Sera stopped walking. They were in the Warden's quarter's eastern section, in the corridor between two training halls, which was as clo
