Aether immediately went to Lyirrs' lab that stood near the palace as he entered her lab... He saw her slumped at a desk, hands tangled in wild hair, letting out a long, exhausted yawn when the door hissed open.
"Oh? You came… that's fast," Lyirrs muttered, scratching her butt absently as she staggered upright. Her gaze flickered with a mixture of sleep and irritation, another yawn escaping her lips.
"Lyirrs!"
Suddenly, she flinched. That voice cut through the haze of her tired mind... Her father?
She rubbed her groggy eyes with the back of her wrist and saw… her father, Drakhairs, standing right behind Aether, eyes as cold as frozen steel.
Lyirrs just sighed, shoulders dropping. "What?"
"What?" Drakhairs frowned, "Is this how a woman presents herself before the Em—ahem, before a man?" He glared at his daughter, his pride wounded at her casual, dishevelled state.
Hair like a nest, cheeks streaked with soot, eyes unfocused—she looked like she'd lost a war with her workbench.
