Nathanael's POV:
Elbows on her desk, mother rests her forehead on her joined hands. I can't see her face, but her heartbeats give away how exhausted she is.
With everything that has been going on this week, we haven't been able to get much sleep. If any at all.
Sitting in place across from mother, I do not dare speak. Partially because I don't want to disrupt her moment of peace, but also because I don't have anything to say.
She exhales quite loudly out of her mouth, before lifting her head so that she can look at me, "Are we done with the interrogations?" she asks.
"We're done with our clan, but we have yet to question the criminals," I answer.
"I'd like you to focus on the analysis of the toxin that caused the mass collapsing the night of the ball. Leave the questioning to me," she says simply.
"As you wish,"
