The night is long, the medical staff leaving her be to get some rest in the quiet room. Its almost ironically peaceful in a sense, despite her acclimation to the quiet during her time spent in the Republic, it is still odd to not hear any sound of war or struggle.
“Well you’re home late.” Come the voice of an elderly woman as Micah enters her beach house. “Ah.. I had a bit of time seeing Sarah today-“ The elder’s laugh cuts him off, “You never fail to check up on everyone you know, especially those whom you take to-” “Mbak Asih! It is most definitely not like that, I was charged with her care is all, to make sure she has an understanding of the Republic.” “You know as well as I that you’ve been cleared of that.” Mitra sighs, “She needs help Asih… She used to have this excitement and joy on her face, but now its all gone-“ “I’ll speak with Ierna about it, but Mitra, don’t tuck her too close under your wing. She can handle herself.” “Again its not li-“ “Mitra.” Mitra huff, crossing his arms, “Alright, I just.. think it’d be good to take her out of this city, someplace where her heart will be restored.” “Perhaps, but we shall see. Its time to rest now, don’t get any ideas ‘bout late night ro-“ “Asih!” The elder woman snorts, having been quite amused at putting Mitra through some old fashioned teasing.
Late into the morning, Mitra arrives back at the medical center, having brought Sarah some coffee and a bowl full of dates as promised.
The recovered tech is soon taken to places for study by the armed forces by orders of President Ierna. The money too is still kept isolated by orders of the President, though investigation into the sender and of the letter does not commence. In response to information signaling the destruction of an entire city, President Ierna orders the work on defensive projects by the armed forces to hasten.
“…” Her blue eyes, dark brown hair that curl at their ends, and her tanned skin make a pleasing pallet of natural colors. The colors she wears seem a bit odd, especially the old hoodie that’s byzantine purple, paired with a pale red sarong that’s patterned with birds makes for an odd fashion sense. Though, it all seems a bit dampened by the increasingly tense air about her, the way she drinks her tea is almost defensive in nature.