Yval yawned and burrowed back into her coffee cup. The cartoon Tasmanian devil on the side marked it as unmistakably hers. “Do tell.” “First, I need to tell you that you have been working yourself to the fine edge of control. On two different operations, you got wedged into your own body and could not shift to defend yourself or others.” Yval nodded. “I know, but I did manage to get a weapon and defend myself and those with me.” “Understood, but we feel that you have been burning the candle at both ends. You need to take some time off, and the fey have an offer for you.” She was so taken aback by the first part of his sentence that she nearly missed the second. “Wait...what?” “You are on leave, and the fey would like you to take that leave at the Crossroads.” He looked a little uncomfortable. Confusion took over and she blurted, “Why?”
