When Gawain stepped into Office One of the Administrative Office, Aunt Heidi, who was in the middle of reviewing documents, immediately sensed that something was off about him. The "Cecil Clan's Great Steward" raised her head and looked at his expression. "Ancestor, did you not rest well last night?"
"...A bit of insomnia," Gawain found it hard to explain to Aunt Heidi how he'd been jolted awake in the middle of the night by an alarm from the satellite, and then lay there wide awake watching a suspected mechanical dragon-like thing blaze its way across space towards the distant horizon—what that did to his state of mind—so he could only wave a hand, slightly fatigued. "It's nothing serious. I'll adjust on my own."
For a powerful Transcendent, a bit of fatigue from insomnia naturally wasn't much of a problem, but Aunt Heidi still couldn't help feeling a little worried. "Do you need some calming potion? Pittman should have some..."
