Moriarty was getting pissed off. He missed Raven, more than he expected. She's always been by his side and not having her there felt weird in many ways.
But he knew it was his fault. That's why he couldn't bring himself to contact her, it felt like going against everything he believed in. The Wentworths made decisions and never went back on them, that's what made them royalty.
He wasn't feeling like going out to address his ranks, but he had to. That was the most difficult thing about being Commander: Your feelings didn't matter. If you were dying or not, it didn't matter. That's what it meant to be a leader.
"I could do it," Luka appeared, looking refreshed. Moriarty didn't bother asking for details, Luka was a nightlife person, and prying into the affairs of others wasn't Moriarty's style.
