It wouldn't be until nighttime before Oswald would recover enough from his injuries and the thoughts running through his mind to focus on matters regarding the Archives.
His expression impassive, he stepped out of his room, wearing a different white suit from the one he'd worn to face the relics, that piece was unfortunately no longer wearable… he'd have to consider calling for a replacement as soon as possible.
Letting out a sigh, he found Lyra waiting for him in the sitting room while buried in work.
"I didn't think you'd be out so soon," Lyra commented, not bothering to raise her head.
Oswald replied. "This is hardly the time to be resting, I'd do so once everything is resolved."
"As you wish," Lyra remarked before raising her head to meet his gaze.
"Lyra…"
"We'd have to send a message to BlackWatch for reinforcements, the Taskmasters available already have their hands full trying to clean up the sixth floor."
