Psyche slides a cup of warm mint tea in front of Lena. "Black coffee might be too much given how late it is, can I interest you in some honey mint tea instead?"
Lena sighs as she puts her papers down. Night after night, it was just bad news after worse news.... She just... Doesnt know how to help her people, and that is what drives her to work non-stop.
"Psyche.." her eyes drift to the teacup before she drags her exhausted gaze back up to take in Psyche's features. If she's coming to give her tea... Lena must look a mess. Her sight catches her dehseveled reflection in the glass of her viewing globe, and dark bags, sunken eyes and pale skin bring her back to her time in the wars.
She taps her cheek to feel it sag, and she groans softly.. There's no possible way she'll help anyone in this state of exhaustion.
With a sigh, Lena finally sits down, "Maybe... The tea and then bed..? Thank you, Pretty Kitty."


















