It had indeed been blissfully quiet. There was, as always, a faint sense of something getting ready, something to come - but Morgan had tried her best to actually enjoy the peace while it was here, using it to focus on the smaller, more intricate details of keeping the Citadel going. These internal politics were, while dealing with far less stakes, in a lot of ways far more complicated than the wider worlds, and she had been deep in reports and meetings for weeks now.
Luckily, Deimos caught her in a period where she was alone, merely pushing a hand through her hair and making faces at whatever shopkeepers complaint had drifted in this time. The knock was a welcome interruption, Deimos' voice even more so (she found him easier to talk to than some others that regularly knocked on her door). "Come in, General." She called, sitting up straighter and neatening her cloak over her shoulders as he entered.
"Something to report?"
