Let me See!

Vesper lounged in her bed in the infirmary, bored and annoyed at her own fretting. She had not expected nor wanted to make ties with the armada. She should be celebrating at their bad luck, not lying here worrying.


A soft clinking sound caught her attention, and she sat up a little, her attention on the door. A little wolf dashed in, and Vesper recognised her. This was that wolf Oleander was always praising. What was she doing in here? “My Lady?” She called out, sliding slowly out of her bed. Ignita was the one planning things on the Col side. Did she need something from her?