I did. I suppose I was more curious about your feelings on it, rather than the outcome itself.

[ To his credit, she had been somewhat preoccupied at the time, especially as things had begun operating with a need for significant haste. Portalling in and of itself is not a taxing power to channel, but creating so many and maintaining them over a certain duration can prove more draining, and perhaps he'll even notice the exhaustion in her gaze now, the softer quality of her eyes now that she hasn't the energy to swipe any dramatic color over their lids.

Truth be told, she'd all but faceplanted directly into her bed as soon as they'd been returned, to sleep for an untold number of hours, and still believes she could sleep for days more if her mind was not so occupied with lingering thoughts. ]

It seems that it's practically all we have time for, now, before the next mission begins. A breath, a fleeting opportunity to gather ourselves together and try again. [ She takes a sip of wine, a more thoughtful gesture than anything that necessarily demands its effects. ]

You seem calmer. Would it be a stretch to say at peace, even?