Kyrie sat on the sofa, playing a series Allen managed to "borrow" from the city while they stood inside it. How they managed to copy a whole series and, worse, how they managed to find a device to store it, eluded Kyrie, but he would not be one to argue against his decision.
Nine hours had passed since they escaped Ultima Hope, and he slept for three hours. Only himself and Ouro were up, Maremalle had joined the ranks of the sleep while he and the Valkyrie "stood guard". As if any danger could reach them… for now it was safe.
"So, it was how your journey went, I see." She whispers, drinking a portion of the bitter cocoa drink Soleater produces, her face not even twisting or betraying any discomfort in drinking the overwhelmingly bitter drink.
