Zoroka came down the stairs the next morning with dark circles under her eyes. Not her best face forward,, but at the moment, she could gut the next person to say anything. She only hoped Zig would have sense enough to leave her well enough alone when he saw her.
Plunking down at their table from the night before, she waved down a server, mouthing the word coffee. When the server returned with carafe in hand, she growled "leave it" in a voice thick with sleep.
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