Qatrand gil Yecine looked upon the tax assessment reports collated by her newer adjutant, trained by Nysoi and Leysah in the months after Yatrel returned from the Exclave. The two women were talking and working together again, to the blonde's relief, though it had taken a couple awkward weeks. All because Zonnel had immediately strode right up to the curved blade wielder and thanked her profusely… for the woman being straight and it leading to the events that were expressed with TMI.
At least for any gossip with any sense of shame.
In any case, the young man had proven himself quite competent so far. Which is why she did not expect for her office door to suddenly burst open without even the courtesy of a knock. The blonde swordswoman's hand moved reflexively toward her blade's rest position before a recognition against her tendrils of spirit stopped the motion. It was not her adjutant, but it was also probably not a danger.
