Fen moved the desk. It was a heavy desk — old, solid, the kind of furniture that expected to stay where it was put. She moved it without asking for help, efficiently and without drama, and when it was in the new position she stepped back and looked at it and then moved it approximately three centimeters further.
"Better," she said.
Elara sat in her chair in the new position. The window light was different — slightly more angled, less direct, but still adequate. The doorway was fully covered. She looked at the room from the new position.
"Good," she said.
She told Fen about the outer district information gap — the problem she had identified on the road coming into the capital, the need for eyes in the outer districts that worked differently from the administrative summaries, the specific kind of information that was only visible from inside a community rather than above it.
Fen listened without interrupting.
