Sairis's POV
Sairis sighed. "I have been working," he said quietly, settling into the chair. He felt the weight of the past three days sitting in his shoulders and his back and behind his eyes.
Loreen shifted on the edge of the table he had perched himself on and looked at him more closely. "Working," he repeated. The word came out flat, not quite a question.
"Yes," Sairis said. "There were things I needed to sort out quickly."
"What things?" Loreen asked.
Sairis pursed his lips and looked at the desk. There was no version of this conversation where he told Loreen the truth about what he had been doing.
He had spent three days moving quietly through the capital, tracking down suppliers, following threads that led to other threads, trying to get as close as he could to finding out who had imported the Moonveil Root and through which route.
