[Ishu]

December 4th, Chicago. Base.

She wanted to stop him and tell him he was wrong for thinking so little of himself. At least she didn't feel that way about him. Her hand held onto his until he had to turn a page and she relaxed against the pillows. She'd drifted in and out of sleep a few times, her body exhausted from the stress of the two men mentally slaying each other.

Alice woke up again as he finished the book, trying to be discreet about having fallen asleep. She started to turn onto her side so she was facing him and she gave him a tired smile. Ok, so she couldn't hide it all completely.

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Amante accepted the offer and rode along inside the Cat. Neither of them said much of anything to each other as both parties radiating their own issues. Finally, when the Cat stopped, he hopped out and suggested Aiolia be careful before walking into the outpost.

Leila wasn't anywhere around and her shadows must have been preoccupied- something good managed to come out of her little servants following him. He went into her tent and planted the device, then left it without a word and while trying to not look suspicious.

Running a hand through his hair, he'd picked up her scent just to know where she was, and went to his own tent to relax.