Ren fought the urge to facepalm as the boy drifted into the living room. He ate a hotdog. Yaaay. "I have a walking skeleton in my house," he muttered under his breath.<span style="font-style: italic">Someone has got to teach that boy about proper nutrition. And what's with the not sleeping?</span>Ren blew a stray piece of hair out of his face-- it was tickling his nose-- and frowned, peering into the living room. Cartoons again.<br/><br/>"Well, glad you're back safe and all that, but I-" he cut himself off with a yawn, "Yeah that. 'Night, kid."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________</div><br/><br/>Kyris smoothed out the invisible creases in her blazer before entering the office. M'lady preferred her to be well kept, after all. She bowed, the same way she had to the commander, before raising her gaze to her master, "You requested my return on a matter of great urgency. May I know the details of that matter?" She sat carefully in the chair on the other side of her master's desk. A nod was all it took as M'lady pushed an envelope towards her.<br/><br/>Kyris scanned the contents once, then twice before setting slipping them back into the envelope and setting it aside, "What would you have me do, M'lady?"